We went in search of you, Wild and elemental, At home in the storm, With feet that walk waves. And we found you. In sand-blasted skin And salt-tanged lips, In sun-beaten cheeks And sea-sprayed hair, In briny-deep swell And wood-sweet smoke. In grit between our teeth. We went in search of you, Spirit and creator, … Continue reading We went in search of you…
Peace
I will remember them…
My Grandad used to try and catch us between his feet when we walked past him. Filled with just the right amount of fear and trepidation, I'd summon up all my childish courage and try to reach the other side of the room without him catching me. I never managed it. He had brown weathered … Continue reading I will remember them…
Julie Wilkinson, Storyteller 