Echo 89 – Storm 1

A storm is coming I feel it in the clouds but the forecast says not   ***  

Echo 88 – There was a time once

  There was a time once when the sky was blue the moon beamed everything seemed possible and I didn’t resent what wasn’t ***

Being somewhere else 1

A week’s holiday. Still recovering. Still remembering the beauty of sunny days, of landscapes and seascapes, of fun and friendship in family reunions. A view for contemplation from our room at Stonehouse Court Hotel, just outside Stroud. Church and canal at bottom of garden. Bobby tried to take on the […]

Echo 84 – Beauty 4

  Is it wrong to long only for beauty? To see the mud and feel the sharp serrated edges of leaves, and know that my soul is better for it? ***