This is a photo of a river taken on our recent trip to Wales.
Do I change like a river, widening and deepening, eddying back on myself sometimes, bursting my banks sometimes when there’s too much water, too much life in me, and sometimes dried up from lack of rain? Will the I that is me grow and widen and deepen? Or will I stagnate and become an arid riverbed? Will I allow people to dam me up and confine me to wall so that I flow only where they want? Will I allow them to turn me into a canal to use for they own purposes? Or will I make sure I flow freely, coursing my way through the land and ploughing a valley of my own?”
― Aidan Chambers, This is All: The Pillow Book of Cordelia Kenn
I love this quote,
Yesterday was a bad day, but I don’t want to call them bad days, it sounds so negative. Suggestions given to me on Twitter were, rest days (well, I
They both sound better than
Another photo from Wales, I’ve not been out this week and I’m missing fresh air and views. I rarely get views like this, Which I took outside the
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
doesn’t make anysense.
Maybe I need to forgive myself for being sick. I get so angry sometimes at myself. It’s so frustrating that I can’t do the things I used to do and then I take it out on others, blaming them for not doing it.
I need to go into a field and lie down, just look around at the beauty of nature and forget the world and
You can read more about my time at The Flea Retreat in Wales here.