In the quiet wild

of my imagination,

the landscape

of my mind blooms.

Letters from the secret garden

• midsummer
  Days are very slow. By midday, the heat becomes intense. Work is done in shorter stretches, windows stay closed, and the hours pass slowly. But early mornings are different. The grass is still damp from the previous evening’s watering. Birds arrive before the heat, hopping across the lawn while I drink my coffee.  Soon, they disappearContinue reading “midsummer”
• notes from the studio
  As you know, I decided to take some time off at the beginning of the year. February had different plans though. I broke my wrist, and my pause became… just healing. Before it happened, I already stepped away from work for a while, but this was different, because there was no choice anymore, and IContinue reading “notes from the studio”
• How to befriend a squirrel
  I have to tell you first that I don’t really have advice on how to befriend a squirrel. But it’s something that has been on my mind quite often lately, since I’ve been spending more time in our woodland. Sometimes when I go to my favourite forest here in the village, I see one. It’sContinue reading “How to befriend a squirrel”

It takes courage to be a rare bird.

I am part forest, part moonlight,

a spirit caught between worlds.

-nightdale