Blog, Self Discovery

Arrows

  Arrows  Time moves forwards, as do we, sometimes looking back, but forever eternally moving on and on.  It is a healer, a cliché, an enemy, a friend. Time is a tool, an usurper, a disguise. In the moment, time can be hated and loved, derided or respected. The passage of time can break and… Read More Arrows

Blog, Words

A thousand years

  I sometimes feel a thousand years displaced, an ache for a time, an unimaginable silence. Countless trees blanket hills, a fresh chill shimmering in the air and a life governed by respect and awe for the land from which we came. A thousand years of lost synergy, a pulse of forgotten heartbeats but a… Read More A thousand years