Snow, Imbolc and a loving request to give what you can to help people who are sleeping rough in below freezing temperatures ❤
Since sharing a few of my #vss365 (very short story every day) Tweets each month has become a sort of tradition now, here are January's highlights.
An overview of my monthly and weekly bullet journal spreads for February 2019, including witchcraft-related goodness!
Some bridges did need to be burned and some earth did need to be scorched. but you can't carry nuclear winter in a snow globe forever...
Memory is an indelible tension of muscles, an automatic twitch of the knuckles, an unconscious awareness of unexpected movements...
I take a lot of photos in the garden during the warmer months, but it's still beautiful in winter.
I'm slightly obsessed with giant outdoor light bulbs. These solar-powered ones don't light up much during the winter (this is Scotland, we don't get a lot of sunlight!) but they still do interesting things with reflections.
There’s a tender stillness, a blessed inertia, as we watch each other. Again, he tries to make himself remember something he’ll inevitably forget. Again, I try to believe that this time, he’ll manage it. We both know we’re lying to ourselves, but we let it happen.
I've been going through a substantial shift in how I feel about writing. I'm not going to get into the hows and whys of it all because this would end up being ridiculously long, but there's been significant change happening and I wanted to share that with you.
I would give you half my body if I could, for all it’s worth. I would rip it apart with my bare hands and carry it to you in a heart shaped box or a cut glass coffin or bleeding through my fingers.