Fjara
With nothing between me and the wind, my skin rippled in the cold, tiny hairs standing on end defiant and in shock. In this place, there...
Meditation 10 - The people you love are mortal
Last night I started writing a Facebook status update about how I would not be on Facebook scrolling down my newsfeed endlessly or...
Grandmother Spider
I came home late one afternoon following an unrivalled day at the office. It had been one of those days during which every conceivable...
