Your fingers curl around the sand beneath you. Moist and grainy at your touch. Smells and sounds that are familiar, yet not the same. Birds you've never heard before. A slightly different breeze. Something spicy lingers around the edges. An earthiness of a bark that you don’t know. A hint of lavender – ah, something familiar, at least. But even the light here is a different kind of light here. Of a different colour and clarity. A different hue and transparency. A different fr

. . . Some days Oh. Some days. Some days, love, you need to fight grab your armor, dust it off pick up all the parts of you and go in for the kill. Some days you must not rest your head before your enemies will Some days you need to grit your teeth ward them off and stand your ground firmly push your luck and boundaries and not withdraw at any sound Some days you need to tear the flesh, lay bare the bones and shed the blood and stand from dusk till dawn Yes - (really?) S

. . . We are the naturally unnatural the animal that wanders seeking, finding, touching, deepening getting lost in our own pondering We are the imaginative creators founders, makers of our longings of our answers, truths and problems of our never-ending wonders We are the individual universal the unified collection breaking, mending, caring, filling always looking for connection We are the sleeping sunbeams the dust particles that settled the passive that need be r

A gentle plea to awaken, wonder and explore The clocks call yet another day. Our beds are warm and our pillows soft. Oblivion is the comfort of the sleeping. The deep, dark depths where nothing remarkable happens. The soft, safe weight of blankets pressing down on upon our bodies. Eyes slowly blink open, then close again. The incoming light is a little too bright, still. Just five more minutes. But you know as well as I that five turns into ten and ten turns into five to twel