The journal of Kate England
In March, as winter reluctantly loosens its grip, the delicate snowdrops timidly emerge from the frosty ground, signalling the arrival of spring. These resilient flowers, with their drooping white petals reminiscent of tiny bells, bravely push through the lingering snow, bringing a promise of new beginnings and hope.
Read MoreThe landscape transforms into a pristine tableau, as if nature itself has hit the reset button.
Read MoreIt’s winter solstice today. The shortest day and the longest night of the year. The hibernal solstice. In ancient times viewed as the symbolic death and rebirth of the Sun or a Sun god. Cultures with cyclic calendars tied to the solstice celebrated a "year as reborn" with rituals linked to life-death-rebirth deities and themes of "new beginnings". This year I think many of us are hoping for a fresh start, a clean slate, tabula rasa.
Read MoreIt’s the middle of September and soon the autumn equinox arrives. Autumn, with its fiery foliage and brisk breezes, whispers secrets of transformation. It's a time to shed the old, embrace change, and let fresh beginnings take root, just as leaves gracefully fall to nurture the earth.
Read MoreThis year, autumn reaches into November. The cyclamen is still in bloom. Climate change so often on my mind.
Read MoreSummer evenings on my balcony are blissful. Gentle euphoria. A pocket of regeneration and peace. It’s the third summer of the pandemic. The first summer of the Russia-Ukraine war. And perhaps the first summer when the climate emergency is beyond any doubt…
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