Tuesday, 17 May 2016
Friday, 13 May 2016
Lines like the one I've used for this post's title just jump off the page at me and stick in my brain.
No, make that heart, they stick in my heart. Heart-mind. That line is from the 65th Psalm, in case you're wondering.
It's spring, finally, and as the world grows greener by the hour the little hills around us do, indeed, rejoice. It's in the bird-song in treetops and the fragrance of forest floor, it's in the laughter of running brooks and the glow of lichen on wet rock. Here, in my own back yard, I could swear the unfurling leaves of comfrey that come up in the lawn (where they're not 'supposed' to) have a slightly defiant musical note to them and when I smiled at finding the first violets yesterday, they most assuredly smiled right back.
Tuesday, 3 May 2016
(I let this one sit in draft for a day before publishing because, well, it's in the tough love category. Don't take any of my venting personally - unless it applies, and then take heed!)
I haven't been writing much lately, have I?
That's because I haven't been thinking in words as much as I often do.