Talk – The Society of Women Writers and Journalists
When Janet first invited me to speak about the idea of writing spiritual stories my mind raced off...
More than a Penny Baby
‘History related strange occurrences at St Mary’s Church – Reculver. Sounds of crying or cooing,...
Seeing Through
Like a silver x-ray, transparent wings, open into the sun. A bird’s morning has just begun. Photo...
Wood Nymph
I was bewitched from the moment I set eyes on you. Your long, slender trunk trailing past the...
Rhubarb & Coco
I watch as Mum moves through the shed, speaking low and gently rubbing the tips of their velvety...
Talk – The Society of Women Writers and Journalists
When Janet first invited me to speak about the idea of writing spiritual stories my mind raced off in all directions. What would you want to know? The truth, my truth, my spiritual path… or your own? Because as writers, that's part of what we do isn't it? We not...
More than a Penny Baby
‘History related strange occurrences at St Mary’s Church – Reculver. Sounds of crying or cooing, they said, depending on your state of mind. ‘They were like dolls,’ my Grandmother told me. ‘Like penny babies. It seemed as if their bodies were shiny white alabaster,...
Seeing Through
Like a silver x-ray, transparent wings, open into the sun. A bird’s morning has just begun. Photo credit and appreciation to Paul...
Wood Nymph
I was bewitched from the moment I set eyes on you. Your long, slender trunk trailing past the bedroom window so that I had to lean out and take a closer look. I could see to the ends of the branches, brown and bushy, waiting to bud. ‘Let’s live here,’ I say as I...
Rhubarb & Coco
I watch as Mum moves through the shed, speaking low and gently rubbing the tips of their velvety leaves. ‘You’re in the best place,’ she tells them. I’m invisible to her but I wonder if she can still sense me, gliding with her as she walks through the moist wood of...
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