Where do whispered wishes go . . as they sail off on the wind, without form or direction; do you hear them crying out?
An update here:
I’m continuing to study folklore, with emphasis on Iceland, England, and Germany, from last summer’s travels. I’ve also been developing an interest in French, Japanese, and Dutch folklore, and hope to be able to explore these lands in person someday soon.
The storybook I’m working on, Nature’s Secrets, will be pairing stories with my photographs, illustrations from the places I’ve visited, and what I’ve learned of the folklore of the regions, surrounding the mysteries of nature.
While going through my photographs, this picture I took of Glastonbury Abbey inspired me to write a short story. I just wonder, when things come together for the storybook and I sort it out, whether this story will belong somewhere in the book. However it works out, I adore this picture and the short story it inspired was exciting to write. And somehow, a penny farthing has popped up in the story!
I remember the first time I saw your smile . . it was the light that guided me home. ✨💕
Curious, playful, yet ancient and understanding
something in her eyes so beautifully haunting,
the memory alone makes my bones shiver still . .
at the same time, bringing my heart comfort and warmth, like coming home
What I wouldn’t give to see her again,
To gaze into her eyes, and have our souls reunite and dance underneath the stars 🌌
She was a passionate girl, full of life, who became crumpled up, covered in dust.
Last night I dreamt what it was like to be in war,
The people around you, they start to disappear . .
Tonight someone’s missing from the dinner table
Grabbing at anything to put out the flames,
I leave all my clothes behind,
I won’t be needing them anymore..