We came off Orkney this morning, back to the mainland, heading towards a busier world. But before I leave the islands behind I want to try to describe something that I’ve never quite been able[…]
Passing by the Old Man of Hoy on our way to the Orkneys, I marveled again at the beauty and diversity of this land. Our first stop was at Skara Brae, an abandoned neolithic village on[…]
Some of us are old enough to remember sock hops… but that’s going back a long, long ways. That’s the first thing I thought of when I heard the words blog hop.
I write to make sense of my world, to know my own truth.
Visiting Saffron Walden with a dear friend yesterday gave me the chance to see the familiar labyrinth with fresh eyes and an open heart. We walk together following the old pathways, peace blows in the[…]
Joyous Jubilee, Sixty years, a passing age, Diamond-hearted love. In 2005, I made the momentous decision to become a British citizen and to swear allegiance to Queen Elizabeth, something I am allowed to do without[…]
May is always a magical month, where winter’s dreams of warm sunshine and spring travels begin to come true. This year is shaping up as a summer of houseguests and homeland adventure, but we managed[…]
My ankle must be healing…. I am beginning to think clearly and care about things again. Last night as I was looking through the photos on Jeff’s camera, I found the one I’ve been wishing[…]
It was a-maze-ing! I know that the Knitted Maze was only one of the attractions of Saffron Walden’s weeklong Maze Festival, and as a knitter I might be a bit biased… but I was profoundly[…]
Today I showed up in the four directions that matter most: I reached in, to feel my heart, and out, to connect with others, down to dig for truth, and up, to God. Tonight[…]