It’s a funny old month, February. Usually, it’s the worst month of winter—the coldest, the wettest, and the most miserable…
Hailstones battering the windows, swirling clouds bringing snow to nearby higher ground and driving rain everywhere else: winter announced herself loudly, unmistakably making up for lost time.
When I posed the question the other day about friendship, it wasn’t my plan to initiate any working examples. However, once aroused from slumber, the fates have their own ideas…
Mentioning workshops from the past brought back a lovely memory from around the mid 1990’s……….
A group decision had me accompanying workshop attendees through Samaria Gorge.