I wonder why we are the way we are We only love each other from afar…
The woods are my church The birds and bats, my choir The priest, a badger.
There is a fierce lion(ess) in everyone, triggered by just one button. which one is it?
the fire never quite goes out. stories reveal themselves, songs are made up or remembered spirits are dancing around us. potatoes are cooked in foil, hot cocoa sipped slowly, or not. embers are red and hot at the end of sticks. the heat on our faces, the smell of fire in our hair and clothes… […]
he is out and about more often at this time of the year, especially at dusk. his face is the stream that runs through the park, his body is a tree trunk. he proudly wears leaves as his crown for he is the king of his own kingdom. moss runs up along his sides, his […]