New year, new challenge: a poem every day + a newsletter (monthly)

Dear readers, Happy new year! 2022 was a pivotal one for me in many ways. We moved house We moved halfway across the country in order to pursue a quiet country life in a small village, surrounded by woods. This has long been a dream of mine, being an HSP and finding city/suburb life increasingly…

Poem #1: Wheel of the year

What does the number mean? YouTube video link. ——————————————- Light’s elusive joy filtered through the trees A promise of spring wafting on the breeze The stillness of moss on soft forest floor wilful wily waves crashing on the shore Leaves turning golden, then orange then falling Foxes and geese and wild winds are calling Breath…

New Year’s with Bridget

I’m not a big fan of New Year’s Eve. Not only do the loud bangs from the fireworks that have already been going off for the past few days startle the hell out of the cats – I’m not a fan of loud noises either. Or parties, or making resolutions that’ll be forgotten in a…

New Year

I’ve never been a huge fan of New Year’s Eve. When I was young (teens and early twenties) there was always this build-up that New Year’s was going to be legen… wait for it.. dary, and it never was, so because there was so much build-up it inevitably ended up being disappointing. There was always…