‘Standing Stones, Remembering’

Writing lines, walking and remembering, pondering changes: ‘I am writing this walking on Easter Day, with pencil in hand, to see what happens. The sunlight filters through the trees… I look back to when the children were young, how long and drawn out the weekends were. As a mother, those early days were lonely, the challenge of our repeated separations. As an artist, it has been freeing, channelling these feelings, finding a way to hold the moving parts of life together….’