Restart

Today. Temperatures in the minus, Himself on night shifts so I’m not sure what day it is, only that it’s daytime… but things are moving. Restarting life after too long a pause, it feels like. But I have my touchstone of my homeland to keep me grounded.

Every day, without fail, I must walk the dogs. Gearing up to it can feel like a chore, but once we’re outside, their joy buoys me up as we explore what’s changed on the hill since we were last out.

Last night, we had flurries of snow. Today, thick fog. Not cloying, but like a gentle blanket draped across us. Everything is tipped with white from the frost. A spiderweb on a postbox is jewel-like. My neighbour has already placed bread out for the sparrows and blackbirds.

No matter what chaos is going on in the world, my hilltop is my home. Always discovering more about it, feeling with all my senses (including mud up past my ankles on occasion!), and now ready to face the day.

Restarting this blog is the first step in Doing. Moving forward xx

misty-fields

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Between Wild and Tame

Blue skies this morning – rare in what has been a very wet winter so far. So the pups and I ventured out into the hilltop mists.

Nobody else around. A very boggy park, but safe enough to chase around for Fen and Rags, as the sun burned briefly through the fog that surrounded us. The route to the nearby fields was still impassable, alas; this was our own little space between Civilization and the Otherworld… I look forward to bridging that gap again come Spring.