Thank you Barbara :-) I thought the same reading your 'about' section....I'm a Sagittarius too and I'm studying Naturopathic Nutrition but always find my studies taking me in different directions! It is comforting to know there's a spirit out there like mine!
Ireland and Scotland live deep in my bones. One of my dearest soul sisters lives in Ireland. How wonderful that you have made it your home! I'm looking forward to reading more of your writing! xo
I feel very grateful every day to live here! My husband is Irish and from a small rural community. It's taken a little while to feel my roots bedding in, but I'm starting to feel that I'm home. Especially since I set up my vegetable and herb garden!
I'm really enjoying reading your writing, it's wonderful. So glad I happened upon your substack xx
This reminds me of when our womens group in Sneem went off on a jaunt to Cool Mountain to weave baskets - in fact we went twice I seem to remember and I still have both of mine....you give the feel of weaving really well in this poem.
I think I found a kindred Spirit.🌳This is beautiful!
Thank you Barbara :-) I thought the same reading your 'about' section....I'm a Sagittarius too and I'm studying Naturopathic Nutrition but always find my studies taking me in different directions! It is comforting to know there's a spirit out there like mine!
Ireland and Scotland live deep in my bones. One of my dearest soul sisters lives in Ireland. How wonderful that you have made it your home! I'm looking forward to reading more of your writing! xo
I feel very grateful every day to live here! My husband is Irish and from a small rural community. It's taken a little while to feel my roots bedding in, but I'm starting to feel that I'm home. Especially since I set up my vegetable and herb garden!
I'm really enjoying reading your writing, it's wonderful. So glad I happened upon your substack xx
Happy you found me and I found you in return! I'm loving it here on Substack. Happy writing, Naomi! :)
This reminds me of when our womens group in Sneem went off on a jaunt to Cool Mountain to weave baskets - in fact we went twice I seem to remember and I still have both of mine....you give the feel of weaving really well in this poem.