Sometimes there are no photos; only words, because...
Can a photo really show you how the wind felt on my face ~ soft, airy and filled with fine grains of sand ~ as I sat against the grassy cliffs?
Can a photo tell you what I was thinking ~ freedom is to fly; to lose all sense of anything else around you and let this world we have constructed of noise, shopping trollies, bricks and wheels, fall away ~ as I tipped my head back to watch a white seagull soaring against a silent blue sky?
Can a photo really convey the look ~ sincere, compassionate, kind ~ as heartfelt words were shared, or how a hand felt ~ strong, safe, secure ~ within mine?
Can a photo let you hear laughter ~ infectious, raw, singing on the undulating breeze ~ of a true nature girl?
Can a beautiful photo of a beach, somewhere on the North Yorkshire Coastline, tell you how it truly made me feel ~ humbled, centred, calmed, thankful ~ to be there?
There is no photo, no trace,
for I left everything behind today
to simply lay
in the sand
and let my dreams take shape.
Here is where I explore and muse about life... share news of writing projects & wanderings and weave the words that crowd my mind, into little stories. Occasionally I also share some of the nature-inspired jewellery & gifts I make and sell at craft fairs or on the road.