• Living

    Summer

    Splitting seam of fig We sit and savour the sweet flesh together Open blooms slow our step, wandering through the hue Picking daisies to make crowns as Queens of a sepia edged lawn…

  • Living

    Nature’s Therapy

    The language of plants, trees and mountains is a language lost.  The once indelible ink of ancestral understanding almost imperceptible against the din of modern times. We now stand at the forests edge…

  • Living

    Heart opening

    Are we born with untouched hearts?  A pure state of being before experience remoulds and shapes our loving centre. I feel that most of us do not remember this essence. The concentrate before…

  • Living

    The Fens

    Wide angled lens to the heavens Majesty of the skies Wrapped inside the Panorama of setting sun The Inky cloak of midnight Submerged in ocean blue of summer hues umbrellaed hand held high…