It is safe to return to the woods now the storms have passed and it takes a while to find our bearings. Where once was a path, the ground is covered with fallen branches. Where, until recently, trees stood filled with squirrels and birdsong, we discover wide open spaces filled with light. The usual landmarks where we would turn right and right again have disappeared and we fall back on an ancient, inner compass.
each journey still rooted
in the soil
© Xenia Tran
We hope you all stayed safe in the storms and wish you a blessed Monday and a peaceful week ahead,
with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
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