Kirstie Sivapalan
"I have conversed with the Spiritual Sun, I saw him on Primrose Hill" William Blake It was one of those days today where the clouds are low and almost impenetrable, both at times gloomy and glum. The trees looked more like stone statues than living beings, placed on top of a ground that was hard… Continue reading The Hope of Winter
Today was a case of the ridiculous to the absolute sublime: Me, the Aquarian and a still and silent medieval forest. Bliss. There is nothing like a stroll through a deep and shaded forest, giving thanks to both amazing ancient trees and on their way to amazing new ones. Not only that but experiencing a… Continue reading Forest wisdom
I woke up a little tired from frankly too many late nights in a row. Rather than beat myself up and languish on the sofa I asked for assistance from nature. After healing with Mother's Earth first progeny, those pretty rocks, we went for a wander in Primrose Hill to connect with their ancient brethren,… Continue reading Nature’s gift
Writing and M.E. 