sunday walk

 

 

a walk around a lake

Such strange feelings retracing the steps I took thirty years ago around this little estate-locked lake. Memories of early mornings, wellingtons and walking hand-in-hand with my eldest daughter, then aged five.

Some things have changed, some haven't.

 

dreams and nightmares - no. 90

the dreaming

this is the sound of a sacred place

where lover's hands meet

a place circled

rippling

annointed
drips that melt into welcoming soil 

the dreaming