You might have found me here last summer, taking walks and turning them into words. Since I started to knit the fragments of my self back together, my travels have taken different paths. I walked myself into a space where healing was possible and now I am walking through my shadows into the light again.
Lovely piece. Is the farm park called Mudchute, I think from your description of the view it might be? If so, say Hi to the sheep with curly horns, they , or their Mums and Dads, came from our Cotswold farm. Tom the farm manager bought them. They are the nicest sheep.
The description of your walks, both physical and metaphorical, is gorgeous. I feel as if I’m there. Maybe one day I’ll make it across the pond and lose myself.
I’ve never got passed (or is it past) ‘ the cat sat on the mat’ type of poetry, but your whatever it is with words continues to blow me away! I always think Wow what a gift and thank goodness you’re generous to share your talent. xx
The most beautiful and evocative description of London through your eyes and heart. And yes please to the poem xx
Lovely piece. Is the farm park called Mudchute, I think from your description of the view it might be? If so, say Hi to the sheep with curly horns, they , or their Mums and Dads, came from our Cotswold farm. Tom the farm manager bought them. They are the nicest sheep.
The description of your walks, both physical and metaphorical, is gorgeous. I feel as if I’m there. Maybe one day I’ll make it across the pond and lose myself.
Mmmmm. Thank you for taking us on your walk.
You remind me that it would be a good idea to start walking again.
Beautiful.
I would love to read that poem Katy x
I’ve never got passed (or is it past) ‘ the cat sat on the mat’ type of poetry, but your whatever it is with words continues to blow me away! I always think Wow what a gift and thank goodness you’re generous to share your talent. xx
Walking the walk for me, joining up the dots, drawing in the edges. thank you. Xxxx