Changeling Days

In the creation of a project there is a time of turning inward. Of walking spirals and circles as mood overlaps thought. Then comes the time to blossom. In patterns of slow emerging, in bursts of ecstatic colour. Writing is like this. Characters shifting; their behaviour ebbing and flowing just as winter becomes spring. Creative…

Sky Drum – Out Now

The first novel in my fantasy epic is out now! Peace. Chaos. Potential. Cosmos. It will take them all to restore the sky drum. Journeys and friendships collide, in this elemental tale of old promises and new hope. Sky Drum is the first in the series about two planets, two suns and the people that…

Winter Wisdom

A piece I've written of my maternal grandmother is featured in the winter issue of She Who Knows. It is an independent magazine based around the wisdom of the feminine. Helmed by Cheryl Tipple-Trepat and Isabella Lazlo, it is produced in Devon and ships worldwide. Each issue is packed with inspiring and empowering content by…

Positively Newsworthy

So many inspiring things are happening around the world. As someone that used to avoid media because of its depressing slant, remaining informed was difficult. Now I enjoy not only being regularly informed but inspired. Positive News is a magazine format quarterly, founded in 1993 by Shauna Crockett-Burrows and now led by Sean Dagan-Wood. I've…

Home

The land speaks. The sky, sun and sea answer united. This air we breathe, this ground beneath us, this water that surrounds us. It touches us all. Awoken by sunlight, we grow up towards it - together. The wind chases, rock supports, trees shelter and water revives. This world; its song of changing seasons, from…

Dig In

My days are spent in words and nature. Writing up at tables or curled into chairs. Pages curl, leaves unfurl, flowers bloom and pens run out. Comes the morning and the sun. Weeds are dug out, plants watered, turf lifted. Some fruit, a mug of tea, water guzzled in bliss. A rush of air as…

Kiss the Cosmos

Crack me open. I am made of you. This shell is misleading. So many thoughts, feelings and none of it are me. The yolk of my nature is exposed to the stars and relief is overwhelming. I am open to the silence of space and the stillness inside me. When did I forget they are…