The Anglo-Saxons called March 'Hlyd Monarth', which means 'loud' or 'stormy month.' And I can confirm that March, 1,600 years later, continues to be stormy. The rain didn't stop all day, and the clouds were some of the most ominous I've ever seen, but I had this unusual lightness about myself. I'm looking forward to… Continue reading 100 Days Of Blogging #16 – Hlyd Monath
It's been a strange day. The whole weekend has been odd, actually. I've been kind of floating around, feeling all out of sorts, and I haven't been able to put my finger on exactly why I'm feeling this way. I don't know if it's because we're approaching the end of winter, or because my poetry… Continue reading It’s Been A Strange Day – Sunday Musings
So horrible was the dream I found myself in last night that when I woke up I thought to myself, 'Well, that's my day ruined. Might as well just stay here.' But I knew I'd end up stewing in my despair, and then that despair would end up bleeding into tomorrow and I'd spend tomorrow… Continue reading My Vision Wall
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 