Kinship: A poem

By Leah Salter . . . Submerged in the struggle to go on and on An earth’s-crust-deep echo of us Of community Grounds my flight Transforming anxious movement to soulful steadiness From which we may flow In readiness In fellowship with everything that lives And has lived We are simultaneously who we are Who we have been And who we […]

The Little Stone Bird: After The Fire

By Leah Salter . . . I have been thinking recently about storytelling and creative writing groups I facilitate and take part in with women who have been referred by (and are surviving) secondary care mental health services, in my work within the NHS in Wales. I have written about these groups previously (Salter and Newkirk, 2019). They are an […]

Ice-Cream

By Clare Wenham . . . UK “lockdown” Day 47 . . . “You are your own stories….I see your life as already artful, waiting, just waiting and ready for you to make it art”. Toni Morrison, Wellesley Commencement address 2004. I bought it weeks ago, anticipating a noisy, family Easter Sunday: salted caramel and vanilla, strawberries and cream.  It’s clogging […]

Absent friends in shared landscapes …

By Lorna Edwards . . . I walk our shared paths without you, marvelling at the number of seasons we have shared. Now, the bluebells of Beltane cover the earth. I think of you and I know you are thinking of me. We notice budding oak leaf, bramble and fern, birdsong, tadpole and butterfly. The landscape is vibrant with life. […]