A space for wonder, contemplation and a little magic. Tuesday, 10 September 2013. The vision I experienced was so clear I have planned it as my next project, in four stages.

Inter-Disciplinary Performing and Multi-Disciplinary Visual Artist. Play-reading event of the year. Walking Shoes by Yvonne Millar. An Ethical Dilemma by Holly Jonson. A Leap in the Dark by Terry Oliver. Writing as a Kind of Magic by Joy Fisher. After each 10-15 minute presentation the audience is invited to comment.

17-syllable poems and other short writings and musings. The stars are brighter now from here;. 8230;No, not brighter, I just see more clear. What have I said,. What have I done,. To deserve this smile on your face? March 11, 2010. Your letters make me smile, I love waiting for the postman to come. Tears and sorrow cannot compete, where love anchors within the harbor.

Tuesday, 10 December 2013. Monday, 8 July 2013. Chasing butterflies through fields of buttercups. Friday, 28 June 2013. I am part of my mother. I am part of my father. I was pulled from her womb. Sunday, 16 June 2013. Wednesday, 14 November 2012. W a i t ing. Sunday, 1 April 2012. Through the trees there is a clearing. And in the clearing there is a girl. She is wondering what happened to her. And what she will do next.

Friday, March 09, 2012. And you know how one project can easily and excitingly lead into another.

How you can help us. Thursday, 15 September 2011. A new home for our small stone posts. To keep things simple, we will be blogging about small stones. At our main site, Writing Our Way Home. Do hop over there to find out more. And to read about our future projects. You can also snag this delicious badge for your blog. Go see! Friday, 5 August 2011. Gorgeous watercolours and family blogging.

Sometimes I wander with it. Her path is brown apples, soft mud and loam. She looks nowhere else, steps daintily home. Above, only one fruit remains,. A brutal burden on a branch that strains. Are lifted by a gust. If there is a moment, this is it,. When swiftly to prayer I must. Let me shade thine eyes! But the mess .

Picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket. In the early grey light of the bathroom, blackbirdsong streams in through the frosted glass. Meeting and greeting what feels difficult. A guilty handful of crisps an hour before dinner. Leave behind the smell of frying and a lick of salt.

Begin - Writing, Yoga, and More! Whatever happens. Whatever what is is is what I want. Friday, February 9, 2018. After an absence of so many months. Hello, old friend, my writing. Friday, March 3, 2017. Lenten Reflections - a Poem a day - The Present by W. As they were leaving the garden. One of the angels bent down to them and whispered. I am to give you this. As you are leaving the garden. I do not know what it is. Or what it is for.

Sunday, 1 May 2011. Rebecca would like to apologise for the long silence; she is currently taking a short break from short fiction writing to focus on a novel-length work. This site will be updated in the near future with recent publications which were already in the offing when she made a start on the longer work. In the meantime, Rebecca is currently editing and writing for the relaunched Pagan Friends Webzine. In her spare time; well worth a look.