I’ve been sitting with a small river & waterfall in Caerwys this week, or standing on the shoreline at Talacre, tuning into the white noise. Sometimes I hear it as a roar, sometimes a whisper, but it’s always there, the voice of nature, humming away in the background. This is an early poem from the Prophecy: conversations with my Self pamphlet, an old recording of it is on Soundcloud (link here).
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This is beautiful Sophie – it tickles my nerves and scratches my soul – especially on this rough day. Thanks for making it a bit lighter for me ~ Katja
Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️