Just breathe

Some words need life breathing into them, others just drip off the tongue like honey. It's a peculiar time right now. Nothing appears to follow any order, routine, sequence or plan. Each day, in fact each hour, is a different story to tell, a different emotion heralding a seemingly different outcome. It's confusing. Keeping a…

Just get out of the tent, she said.

Memories and minds are turbulent and terribly torturous things, or they're terrifically tantalising and tenacious. Just a spoonful of alliteration for breakfast, now let's talk tents. One of my previous posts (Mindful Adventures) introduced some new characters to this adventure story, all of whom are significantly inspirational women who do things because they can, and/or because they…