I've been following you for a while.. your writings slipping in and out of my field like the ochre in her dream.
Today, in the rising sun after a late-winter snow here in the Blue Rock Mountains I call home (my name for them), I slipped under the covers of your soul's language and found delight..
I said this in recommended your publication today to my readers:
"Siobhan dreams of the old ways and laces them to page through her silver dipped mind, awakening beauty in crevices over-damp with the world's grief."
Such gorgeous and insightful writing . . . and especially welcome as I am brewing some of my own new reflections on the Bear King.
Thank you Seán, I look forward to your brew on the Bear King.
I've been following you for a while.. your writings slipping in and out of my field like the ochre in her dream.
Today, in the rising sun after a late-winter snow here in the Blue Rock Mountains I call home (my name for them), I slipped under the covers of your soul's language and found delight..
I said this in recommended your publication today to my readers:
"Siobhan dreams of the old ways and laces them to page through her silver dipped mind, awakening beauty in crevices over-damp with the world's grief."
Thank you.
Thank you John for these incredibly kind words and your recommendation, I deeply appreciate both.