loss – Helen Glynn Jones

A Wild Spirit

It is with sorrow that I write of the passing of Sue Vincent. I often say that blogging has changed my life, and that is absolutely true – what started as a little place to write about writing and whatever was on my mind became so much more, the friendships I’ve made here ones thatContinue reading “A Wild Spirit”

I See You

I see you my friend In the green grass and the soft heather bloom In the ancient stones and wild peaks In the tumbling stream and the dark woods I see you In the scattered light upon the path In the crouching hare in the long grass In the turning wing of the hunting kiteContinue reading “I See You”

For My Friend

‘When you part from your friend, you grieve not; for that which you love most in him will be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.’ Ah, good old Kahlil Gibran, always trying to find the positive, the lesson, in the sometimes-tangled mess of life. I supposeContinue reading “For My Friend”

Facing Fear With The Silent Eye, Part 2 – Pestilence

I recently attended a workshop, with The Silent Eye, about Facing Our Fears, an extraordinary weekend spent among the hills and grey stone villages of the Peak District. It’s taken me a little while, as it usually does, to process everything that happened. Once again there was history and mystery, good company and tasty food,Continue reading “Facing Fear With The Silent Eye, Part 2 – Pestilence”

30 Day Writing Challenge – Day Fifteen – Witness

It’s day fifteen, half way through the 30 Day Writing Challenge, and today’s prompt is: Witness I’d had a little flicker of an Ambeth story running through my mind and it seemed to work with this prompt, the idea of the trees as silent witnesses being quite insistent. If you’ve read the books, you mayContinue reading “30 Day Writing Challenge – Day Fifteen – Witness”

City Of Dreams

Last night I visited the city again. A city without a name, yet one which I visit often and know well. Where a river runs through to the ocean and killer whales beach themselves on the shore, where a walk can leave you hanging at the edge of a perilous drop, and the only wayContinue reading “City Of Dreams”