Such beautiful reflective writing, Susie. So important that we readers soak in sadnesses as well as hope and optimism. We’re hoping after hope for the lift that Spring will offer you. Sending hugs from the Vienne.
Your kind words are much appreciated Barrie always but especially here.
This was, strangely, one of the hardest pieces of writing I’ve had to tackle—hence the delay—I wanted the note of sadness because the month was so very sad but I didn’t want my readers to feel that I was wallowing in self pity and desperation despite that being the case for a while.
Life goes on, we have to pick ourselves up, deal with it and smile in the face of adversity, I wanted that note of happiness and hope to shine through… it was toughie!
So huge thanks again for seeing and understanding my direction… sending hugs back from a very wild, wet and windy Aveyron.
So beautiful. January is always hard but yours this year especially. Made me think of how our bodies carry the seasons too. Thank you for sharing this, the photos are amazing too.
I wholly agree with you Deirdre, I feel the change of season more and more the older I become… some are easy transitions, a slight sift easily metabolised and others are like a kick in the gut that leave you reeling for weeks…
Have a fantastic weekend, I’m happy you enjoyed this rather sombre account! Here’s to the joys of spring being bountiful! X
Winter is a season to reflect, turn inward, time for self awareness. You my dear are "in the season" doing what is meant to be and best of all getting ready for the birth of new life. Love and hugs always. xoxo
I love this time of rebirth, the reawakening of all nature after rest is always a time of excitement and enchantments… how can I not be in the season? How could I bare to miss the show!
I’m so sorry for this late reply darling, I had to nip back here to reply to another from this morning and I see there are many I’ve missed! Love and light sweet soul ♥️🍃xx
As I was reading this, an evening frog began to croak in the distance, calling out to you, your lighter days, joining the snowbells in song. Good riddance to your January and may February and beyond dissolve any lasting fog into the truer, bluer sky. Your nightmares sound harrowing dear Susie…I pray they too dissolve under the light of spring’s return. ❤️
I can hear your frogs Kimberly, and toads here in the valley are singing their chorus of spring calls in reply. All is awakening.. the excitement unrolling and regardless of hardships passed, of nightmares and sadnesses, I will join the spring march with an optimistic smile and leave that which has passed in the past. Thank you from my ever greening hill where spring whispers in blossom are filling blue skies… with love xx
Such beautiful reflective writing, Susie. So important that we readers soak in sadnesses as well as hope and optimism. We’re hoping after hope for the lift that Spring will offer you. Sending hugs from the Vienne.
Your kind words are much appreciated Barrie always but especially here.
This was, strangely, one of the hardest pieces of writing I’ve had to tackle—hence the delay—I wanted the note of sadness because the month was so very sad but I didn’t want my readers to feel that I was wallowing in self pity and desperation despite that being the case for a while.
Life goes on, we have to pick ourselves up, deal with it and smile in the face of adversity, I wanted that note of happiness and hope to shine through… it was toughie!
So huge thanks again for seeing and understanding my direction… sending hugs back from a very wild, wet and windy Aveyron.
So beautiful. January is always hard but yours this year especially. Made me think of how our bodies carry the seasons too. Thank you for sharing this, the photos are amazing too.
I wholly agree with you Deirdre, I feel the change of season more and more the older I become… some are easy transitions, a slight sift easily metabolised and others are like a kick in the gut that leave you reeling for weeks…
Have a fantastic weekend, I’m happy you enjoyed this rather sombre account! Here’s to the joys of spring being bountiful! X
Winter is a season to reflect, turn inward, time for self awareness. You my dear are "in the season" doing what is meant to be and best of all getting ready for the birth of new life. Love and hugs always. xoxo
I love this time of rebirth, the reawakening of all nature after rest is always a time of excitement and enchantments… how can I not be in the season? How could I bare to miss the show!
I’m so sorry for this late reply darling, I had to nip back here to reply to another from this morning and I see there are many I’ve missed! Love and light sweet soul ♥️🍃xx
Beautifully written and illustrated, Susie
Thank you very much Lynn, we have been buried in fog for most of January, fog makes wonderful photographs!
Beautiful photos and words Susie.
Thank goodness for hills to soothe our souls in troubled times.
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You’re not kidding Jo… I’d have been institutionalised by now if it weren’t for my hill!
Thanks always for reading… have a fab rest of your weekend xx
As I was reading this, an evening frog began to croak in the distance, calling out to you, your lighter days, joining the snowbells in song. Good riddance to your January and may February and beyond dissolve any lasting fog into the truer, bluer sky. Your nightmares sound harrowing dear Susie…I pray they too dissolve under the light of spring’s return. ❤️
I can hear your frogs Kimberly, and toads here in the valley are singing their chorus of spring calls in reply. All is awakening.. the excitement unrolling and regardless of hardships passed, of nightmares and sadnesses, I will join the spring march with an optimistic smile and leave that which has passed in the past. Thank you from my ever greening hill where spring whispers in blossom are filling blue skies… with love xx
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Thank you for reading James 🙏🏽
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"I go in search of calm across the hill, my hill, and a little further still to distant hills…"
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I will meet you there Darren, in the crook of the hill where peace reigns…🍃