exploring the strata of life through art
“We scour the ground for the first shoots from bulbs we planted last year. Sometimes winter feels so long.
Yet under the earth these packets of potential lie waiting, and the bare branches of the trees will not be always be bare. They may look dead against a wintry sky, but we know they live. “
Today I sit in the waiting room of the world; it’s quiet and there are no posters on the walls, no magazines to keep me occupied, just a chair and me, waiting The air is thick with the hopelessness of yesterday, its goodness yet to be recognised and tomorrow feels a long way off I…… Continue reading the waiting room of the world
I didn’t choose a word for 2017. Not deliberately, it just didn’t occur to me; I didn’t get round to it; nothing embedded itself in my imagination. I was too busy writing LOTS of words, to be honest! What might it have been, in hindsight? Hard to say, because so much was going on. I…… Continue reading space #oneword365
Lucy Hannah 