All good, Roselle - loving Canterbury and still walking, slowly, to Rome. Made it over the Alps in September and hope to resume later this year. Enjoying your blog. Vicky x
How wonderful. I think one of the gifts of getting older is seeing the patterns in our lives unfold with their own heart-logic. Interesting that the edge-places speak to you. For me, Cornwall, Brittany and Iona, although beautiful and rich, and lovely to visit, feel precarious and insular. I used to joke with my Cornish husband that I always felt I might fall off and in my later years in Falmouth, I felt I lived in a sock at the end of a sock! My own archetype of place are cathedral cities, that great network of them across Britain and Europe, their concentric rings of commerce, gardens and farms, linked by rivers, roads and railways. I suppose I have a medieval rather than a Celtic soul.
Hello Vicky! So lovely to hear from you. And yes, I can see - of course - the cathedral cities in you (including of course Compostella). I'm interested in what you say about concentric rings of commerce, gardens and farms.
I love the idea of a sock within a sock. For me, it's more like an edge within an edge-place – and I love that feel, so close (in the case of Cornwall and Iona) to ocean, Ocean. I like that feeling of the possibility of falling off... transience...
I hope you're well (I know you weren't last year), and thank you for reading.
Victoria, I miss bumping into you at eg conferences. With love to you. Rx.
I am deeply enjoying reading your posts here Ro, remembering conversations we've had and learning new things still. The knowing we've arrived at a place that is open to us being there and we feel it deeper than bone is such a gift of living. As you say, only a few in a lifetime feels true for me (so far) 🙏
What a lovely response, Mary. Thank you so much. 'The knowing we've arrived at a place that is open to us being there and we feel it deeper than bone is such a gift of living.' Yes indeed. I have been thinking of you the last week – trust my email arrived – and wondering how you are and whether you're in Turkey. Rx
Wonderful post. I love the way these threads of lives weave across time, the ways ertain places recognise us as we recognise them.
Ah thank you Jan! More soon via email x
Such beautiful connections - thank you for sharing! I love that this is post number 22, a significant ending/beginning number in Tarot.
Oh yes of course! Thank you Laura – I hadn't seen that, despite Tarot accompanying me for so many years. That adds a dimension.
Lovely piece, Roselle.Thanks.
As you say, Cornwall is rather less English than England, and I remember our terror when, in about 2000, Westminster remembered us …
Kind, and also interesting, comment David! Thank you.
All good, Roselle - loving Canterbury and still walking, slowly, to Rome. Made it over the Alps in September and hope to resume later this year. Enjoying your blog. Vicky x
Oh how lovely. All of that. xx
How wonderful. I think one of the gifts of getting older is seeing the patterns in our lives unfold with their own heart-logic. Interesting that the edge-places speak to you. For me, Cornwall, Brittany and Iona, although beautiful and rich, and lovely to visit, feel precarious and insular. I used to joke with my Cornish husband that I always felt I might fall off and in my later years in Falmouth, I felt I lived in a sock at the end of a sock! My own archetype of place are cathedral cities, that great network of them across Britain and Europe, their concentric rings of commerce, gardens and farms, linked by rivers, roads and railways. I suppose I have a medieval rather than a Celtic soul.
Hello Vicky! So lovely to hear from you. And yes, I can see - of course - the cathedral cities in you (including of course Compostella). I'm interested in what you say about concentric rings of commerce, gardens and farms.
I love the idea of a sock within a sock. For me, it's more like an edge within an edge-place – and I love that feel, so close (in the case of Cornwall and Iona) to ocean, Ocean. I like that feeling of the possibility of falling off... transience...
I hope you're well (I know you weren't last year), and thank you for reading.
Victoria, I miss bumping into you at eg conferences. With love to you. Rx.
I remember reading your first novel set in France. Was Huelgoat the place? It was vivid and felt real. I’m pleased you love it there. Marg xx
Ah Marg that was IMAGO. (Thank you btw.) I wrote it after a series of strange and out-of-body experiences in the Pyrenees, so it was set in the south.
Brittany figures in my 2nd novel, THE BURNING GROUND.
You'll remember that Wistmans Wood figured in the Zoom launch of SPELL. Rx
Both novels had a strong sense of place even though I had forgotten exactly where they were set.
Thank you Marg X
I am deeply enjoying reading your posts here Ro, remembering conversations we've had and learning new things still. The knowing we've arrived at a place that is open to us being there and we feel it deeper than bone is such a gift of living. As you say, only a few in a lifetime feels true for me (so far) 🙏
What a lovely response, Mary. Thank you so much. 'The knowing we've arrived at a place that is open to us being there and we feel it deeper than bone is such a gift of living.' Yes indeed. I have been thinking of you the last week – trust my email arrived – and wondering how you are and whether you're in Turkey. Rx
How happy I am that my photo sparked your story with which I identify - no surprise - so strongly. x
Thank you, Pauline. And yes – no surprise! x
Tell me a bit about the 'humming swarm of wild bees in the layers of the walls' of your fairy cottage?
Enchantment indeed these stories of the 'end or the beginning'!!
xox