Even though it's early morning the temperature has risen, the mulchy mud has turned to a soft powder that billows with each step. Each step, a fluffy puff of brown, making my feet blend into the ground, the dust erasing their nature as trainers. My nostrils seem to recede, attacked by the dust, pollen and... Continue Reading →
What lies in between one resting place and another? The cracks in the pavement, the weeds and wild flowers, the detritus left by other walkers. Or perhaps the space between each breath. Spring is threshold work. Crossing from one threshold to another. Each threshold a quickening as Spring brings new life. The temptation is to... Continue Reading →
WALKING TOGETHER APART 