In the Wake of Beauty

I would like to always be drawn in by beauty. To have her hum off to the side, just loud enough for me to turn my head and notice her wake of textures and colours, angles, shadows, reflections. Her fullness is beyond what can be contained and I intuit that she delights in maintaining a…

A House by the Sea

Some days, I’m telling you,there’s a house that’s calling me—with iris and daffodils and a view to the sea.Some days, I’m telling you,there’s a room that’s calling me—with books and a wingback and a hot cuppa tea.Some days, I’m telling you,there’s a voice that’s calling me—it sounds like the wind, weaving grace in the trees.And…