“Dorothy now took Toto up solemnly in her arms, and having said one last good-bye she clapped the heels of her shoes together three times, saying... ." A story should follow a pattern, right? A beginning, a middle and an end. So what happens when a story is abruptly cut short before we reach the … Continue reading Valley Walking: Sudden Endings.
A few weeks ago, as I drifted about my kitchen making myself a quick bite to eat and preparing to chill out on my sofa for a lazy night in, I just so happened to glance over towards a particular spot on my kitchen floor. Within an instant I felt the atmosphere change around me … Continue reading Valley Walking: The Ache Of Abandonment