Days at Sea...

I am walking through a strange and wonderful season.  At times I hardly know it's name, or my exact vocation in it.  But it seems none the less, I am walking not alone, but with a small herd of special little people alongside...  I am the captain of this ship, and I suppose if nothing, and above all else - my vocation is to see it sail well - though any and all waters.

I won't lie, I have felt overwhelmed of late, especially when my friend is away.  I sometimes feel ill equipped for this vocation of mine - beautiful that it is - supported though I am - it is still a big ocean to cross, and I've never sailed exactly this way, before...

{photo by Emma}

So I apologise for my week of silence here in this place.  I am keen from now to share more of my sailing adventures.  I will be more frequently about, as I know I need to be a presence here - it feeds a part of my soul to be blogginly mingling amongst you all!

To read, and to be read.  To share is to give, and nothing inspires a weary soul into creative vigour like giving of one's honest literary self; and the drinking up of wise words from kindreds I have found and loved here...

{photo by Emma}

The air grows colder these days, round Hillview way... and it's inspiring weather to me - it is cosy afternoons in front of the fire, it is long walks wrapped in woolen scarves, these things are wind for my family's sails on these days at sea.  The season is new, the journey is uncertain, but alone, I'll never be.  As long as unwritten, I do not become.

This is just the beginning of a great adventure.  Sail with me?

Shell xx