Mosschild

After days spent in moss, woodland and bog during our Scottish trip I feel like I reclaimed a lost part of myself. The child who used to play on mossy hillsides, dark woodland and spent hours drawing and writing about imaginary worlds. And it was lovely to see her/me again and spend some slow time.

A little rhythm of words grew in my head as I tramped the bogs and hills.

"I am a child of moss, bog and sea. I am a child of woodland and tree."

Thank you to my bog and moss companions who wandered with me. Treasured memories.