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Dreams.


cropton forest dog walkThis was where I walked with my dog,this morning.

Tonight I will roam the forests again…in my dreams…drinking it all in. The sounds, the light, the smells and the very presence of the forest. That sense of peace and calm…as a thousand silent eyes watch you pass them by. It’s as if you’re worshipping in a  pagan church of nature. The overwhelming sense of its beauty. Walking on the dusty, uneven earth and being grounded and healed, as you wind your way deeper into the trees.. Alone and so very vulnerable in a vast forest,…but safe.

You really should head back, but what lies around this next corner? You must take a look.

Memories are made of things, such as this.

Goodnight all and thanks for dropping by. I’ll be back tomorrow. Right now I need to walk in the forests again, in my dreams..

Until the next time.

Author:

Many moons ago, I started to write. But, as life twisted and turned the only thing I got to write was letters, in my job. Things changed, I left my job and returned to the writing. I have loads of ideas and very little time to do them in.( Sound familiar?) I write, because I need to. When I am unable to write I walk in the shadow of madness. Some folk would argue that I'm there already. As well as writing, I read, paint, garden, knit and have just started making candles. I am owned by a retired greyhound called Daisy. My previous greyhound(Misty) was the inspiration to get writing again. Daisy is keeping that inspiration alive. Thanks for reading. Dorne x

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