Lammas, first harvest
As the first harvest arrives and the rains cool the evenings and the swallows fly in flocks like schools of fish above the fields, I...
Lammas, first harvest
Osprey neighbors
The wild others
I don't understand this world
New beginnings fed by the tears and songs of grief
The heartbeat of the ancestral Dolmen
Samhain - on moving house and re-weaving my belonging
Of Apples, Wasps and Hornets