
The Earth begins to wake again. This festival of Imbolc marks the halfway point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox, the ending of winter and the return of the Sun.
Continue readingThe Earth begins to wake again. This festival of Imbolc marks the halfway point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox, the ending of winter and the return of the Sun.
Continue readingThe fields this morning – sharp to the flesh but thick to the eye, a pinching chill with a heavy fog.
Continue readingThe thrill of the hunt pulls me in. I stand tall and drool at the vast landscape of pebbles and stones and shells before me. This will be fun.
Continue readingAnd just like that, the birds within began to sing.
I have felt ‘off’ for a while – existential unrest, stuck in a rut. I’ve felt out of touch with myself, a sort of dissonance, so to speak. I hadn’t been able to pinpoint it ’til now.
Continue readingBrian Froud was a fundamental part of my childhood. His whimsical drawings and fanciful characters filled my soul with a joy like no other, his books are magical compendiums that tap into my imagination and ignite my soul fibres. Not a single one of his fantastical drawings disinterest me, they are an exact expression of the imaginary lands in my head. Someone got me, someone understood.
Continue readingHere to remind you that we are all fragile beings with delicate intricacies and wounds and facades and aching hearts and bruised perceptions.
Continue readingFellow white peeps, please read up on the systemic racism that exists blatantly in this world, as well as the undercurrent of prejudice that flows through everyday life. Sign petitions, reach out, donate if you can. Talk to family and friends, spread awareness and support and love. As the younger generation of white people it is our duty to take an honest look at our own privilege and harboured subconscious prejudices.
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