It's cosy in the boat. There's an amber glow emanating from the log burner, mesmorising flames are dancing wildly, visible through the glass door. Tara is now thankfully snuggled on her blanket; a moment ago sprawled across my arms, a reticent, living fluffy wrist warmer, determined to thwart my attempts to start typing. She often… Continue reading Meditation Cafe: Gratitude For Prayers Not Answered
The Bendy Witch 