It’s like running into an old lover 20, 30, 40 years down the road. Not the same person at all. Changed a whole lot. Yet . . . somehow, whe

This Day. I woke with Iona on my mind. The Isle that is that thin place. Where the sky meets the earth, the sea meets the land, and where...

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Notes from The Coast This week has blessed me with a new moon (old moon? Waxing? Waning?) just a sliver of a thing, and an open sky at...