The poetry of the earth is never dead.– John Keats
The moon likes secrets. And secret things. She lets mysteries bleed into her...– Charles de Lint
I’m sad to say my little pet didn’t make it. I’ve just been up in the hills with the wind and grass for comfort but sometimes one just needs to weep. Thank you for your kind messages, they really mean a lot ♥
My beloved pet is dying, she probably won’t survive the day. And I can’t even say goodbye because she’s in England :’( I feel truly overwhelmed by grief.
curlofthe: livinginthewind: ♥ Glenglass -...
Sitting by the loch in the sun, squinting up at the hills and befriending bunnies & ducks ♥
You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were...– Rumi