I remember attending an art installation some years ago in Sydney. The title was something like ‘Little Altars Everywhere’. The artist had arranged everyday items as we might have them in our home, to enjoy small groupings, a bit like in the ‘L’il Mexico’ house we stayed in when we…
This is not the return (again) to blogging that I imagined. I’m moved to write to whomever have hung on and to any others who…
Months can go by and nothing extra special happens on my walks. The walks are always special to me because I love the light and…
What is it that invites us to love? Is it an invisible filament wrapping around and around, cocooning us with its energy? Perhaps it is…
Anyone who grew up in the country knows the wisdom of letting a field lay fallow. But if you didn’t grow up in the country…