A journey with Birch
The shining light beckons through the dark the dark Which is warm. not scary safe The light offers a challenge. the light beckons light calls the light shines through a keyhole Do I know the key? Is it a song? … Read More
The shining light beckons through the dark the dark Which is warm. not scary safe The light offers a challenge. the light beckons light calls the light shines through a keyhole Do I know the key? Is it a song? … Read More
It’s snowing and on my morning stroll with Burt we find ourselves in the willow grove. The snow is like homeopathic granules, resting happily on fluffy textures like the moss and my scarf. The river is low, the train’s passing … Read More
This autumn lots of these lovely beings will be felled for our protection as they become unstable from the ash die back fungus. I am offering to hold two spaces where we can acknowledge the lives of these wonderful trees … Read More