Beautiful, beautiful. I'm glad I've found you. I'm spending much of winter in the North or England - Northumberland and Scotland. And I spent yesterday evening driving from Hadrian's Wall in the fog -- and I noticed I was holding my breath for quote some time, but I enjoyed the thrill. And that I couldn't see anything ahead of me, waiting for headlights to help guide me and trusting my body as I manoeuvred my car. I rarely drive because of random anxieties, and I strangely found this driving in the fog to be quite a therapeutic exercise. I love this idea of the fog enlivening dreams etc. This morning I walked out into the fog -- it's a very magical weather, and felt as though I was stepping into my own mythical world and story. That's what the fog invokes in me
This was so lovely! Thank you for the beautiful metaphor of driving through the fog. I usually really enjoy the actual experience of driving through fog - I tend to find it exciting and thrilling… yet when I have this fog experience in my creative process, I often get frustrated 😅 I trust I’ll remember this next time I’m in the fog and find the thrill in it✨
Creative fog! I hear you… hopefully the image can linger, like a fine mist, next time you need some reassurance in the thick of it. Thank you for your note.
Oh, I was there with you, Clare, driving with the fog lamps on, catching glimpses of the spirit of this poem. My ancestral blood was thrumming with the beauty. Thank you.
So evocative. And that wren! I want to take her home with me! My father grew up in Cobh and I wrote my third novel in a converted potato shed outside Middleton. So I can picture the fog and the winding roads and the granite below the soil’s thin skin.
Thank you Victoria. I have to say, I am really enjoying recording the post, and learning some sound editing as I go. All a work in progress. Glad you enjoyed the listen.
Beautiful! Welcome to Substack fellow story weaver and earth wanderer.
Thank you so much Dawn.
Beautiful, beautiful. I'm glad I've found you. I'm spending much of winter in the North or England - Northumberland and Scotland. And I spent yesterday evening driving from Hadrian's Wall in the fog -- and I noticed I was holding my breath for quote some time, but I enjoyed the thrill. And that I couldn't see anything ahead of me, waiting for headlights to help guide me and trusting my body as I manoeuvred my car. I rarely drive because of random anxieties, and I strangely found this driving in the fog to be quite a therapeutic exercise. I love this idea of the fog enlivening dreams etc. This morning I walked out into the fog -- it's a very magical weather, and felt as though I was stepping into my own mythical world and story. That's what the fog invokes in me
Hello Angel. I love your reflections of the fog, and that that drive from Hadrian's wall sounds mythic! thank you for sharing.
This was so lovely! Thank you for the beautiful metaphor of driving through the fog. I usually really enjoy the actual experience of driving through fog - I tend to find it exciting and thrilling… yet when I have this fog experience in my creative process, I often get frustrated 😅 I trust I’ll remember this next time I’m in the fog and find the thrill in it✨
Creative fog! I hear you… hopefully the image can linger, like a fine mist, next time you need some reassurance in the thick of it. Thank you for your note.
Oh, I was there with you, Clare, driving with the fog lamps on, catching glimpses of the spirit of this poem. My ancestral blood was thrumming with the beauty. Thank you.
I hope you get to listen to the soundtrack too.. for added ancestral thrumming!
So evocative. And that wren! I want to take her home with me! My father grew up in Cobh and I wrote my third novel in a converted potato shed outside Middleton. So I can picture the fog and the winding roads and the granite below the soil’s thin skin.
I hope the converted potato shed also came with heating! Glad the piece evoked some memory Sanjida, and thank you for reading/ listening
Fortunately it was toasty warm and my bed was in the eaves, so that helped!
Oh, I love sleeping in the eaves. Feels like a little nest at times... hope you get to do it again!
Funnily enough, I've just had a short stay in a treehouse, which was even more stunning and felt like I was a bird in a nest:
https://sanjidakay.substack.com/p/do-writers-steal-lives-for-fiction
This was a beautiful listen, thank you!
Thank you Victoria. I have to say, I am really enjoying recording the post, and learning some sound editing as I go. All a work in progress. Glad you enjoyed the listen.
Sounded like a pro. I loved the way you wove the music throughout.
This was so beautiful. I was utterly transported, everything you right is poetry, thank you 💚
What beautiful writing! 🙌🏼
Thank you Amanda. Glad you enjoyed...