We leaned into these questions. We sought the edge of our contentedness, wanted to know who we were away from who we were. We wanted to see each other under new skies, in someone else's rain, covered in the the muck of excitement, challenge and exhaustion.
I was so used to an attitude of scarcity that I couldn't see the rich choices I had. India was what was available so I said yes, thinking it was my only option. I hadn't even considered what else I could do. Or, what I really wanted to do.
Listening for Words
Writing is a twisting trail through rough terrain, and I try to be open to the unexpected places the journey can take me. Truth revealed in words is often discovered in tucked away corners, a shifty thing that doesn't unveil itself easily."
Drombeg – The First Stone
I’d never really thought of myself as the fairy sort, but there was no denying the little creatures of light that flitted in front of me. Gold and silver, all shapes and sizes; they were like spider silk floating in the air, something you can only see when the light hits it just right. But … Continue reading Drombeg – The First Stone