“Water is another matter,has no direction but its own bright grace,runs through all imaginable colours” – Pablo Neruda I live by a river called Hers. And it is hers –  hers but mine too – Mother Nature, The Muse and me. Anyway, the river is definitely feminine; open, vulnerable and sensual. She gives and supports …

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That place of true healing is a fierce place. It’s a giant place. It’s a place of monstrous beauty and endless dark and glimmering light. And you have to work really, really, really hard to get there, but you can do it. ― Cheryl Strayed It’s been strangely quiet around here, there and everywhere. I’ve …

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