Where the wind blows


In this little corner of South West Wales, after the rain comes the wind. And wind is extraordinary. You can only see it by its impact, the way it changes whatever is in its path. How the still body of water becomes a turbulent landscape. Or the way normally sedate and stately trees dance in … Read more

A beautiful paradox of solitude


Solitude. It’s the place we sometimes shy away from to avoid being faced with our feelings of emptiness, brokenness, or shame. Yet it’s also the only place we can truly discover who we are. To encounter our core in its unfettered beauty. Perhaps it’s in this paradox of running toward while running away from solitude … Read more

Finding our joy again


I’ve been waiting a few weeks until it felt autumn enough to share Gideon Heugh’s playful poem from Devastating Beauty. And from here in the valley, I think the time is now: LINES FOR AUTUMN Leaves make their golden turnunhurried,then in cooler airwaltz to the damp groundand in sweet-scented crowdmake happinessfor wellington boots. Maybe not … Read more