Imagine you've focused your life's work on the study of water and you move to the desert.
Inside all of us is a wild child. A rumpus-roaring, belly-laughing, jolly-jumping girl or boy thrashing about. What would happen if we dared to let that untamed hot mess of joy escape? A tree left to grow freely, bursts into the most glorious sizes, with branches sprouting in surprising patterns shooting towards the light, rooted… Continue reading Where the Wild Things Thrive
Since early in the New Year I have been awoken almost every night, with terrible nightmares - vivid, violent, anger filled, not my typical sleep pattern. The final and most jarring was a couple of weeks ago. I was sitting on a moss-covered rock surrounded by a metre wide swath of water that was rushing… Continue reading Leaping Locusts!