Münchner Jakobsweg

on well-trodden paths following saints and pilgrims steadfast footsteps Kim M. Russell, 6th September 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1740 Münchner Jakobsweg This month we are traveling around the world searching for pilgrimage-routes as an act of devotion and today we are walking on the Münchner Jakobsweg, on which there are several routes. The […]

Losing the Thread

When a seamstress loses the thread, she becomes thorny: stitches tighten in her gut and snakes breed in her very soul, notwithstanding itches in her fingers from tiny hollow hairs, steeped in a poison that bewitches and catches her unawares. All fingers and thumbs, and nettled by unforeseen hitches, she waits for serenity and calm. […]

Reading Together

We get to know each other first, talk about books and reading until some children are fit to burst, they’re so keen to find out what I’m offering. I take out a book and the child says ‘Easy!’, explores the cover, reads the title, explains what they think it’s all about, and then we read […]

St Cuthbert’s Way

all the hills are green from Melrose to Lindisfarne mystical causeway Kim M. Russell, 4th September 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1739 St Cuthbert’s Way (Scotland) In today’s episode, we have a pilgrimage in Scotland, a route established in the late nineties between Melrose in the Scottish borders and England that ends on the […]

Easter at the Salt Marsh

Pale rays of sea aster and heads of lavender smear the salt marsh mauve and purple, a wave of Easter colour, pungent with a salty, muddy scent. Seaside spirits sing a hymn, a cheerful noise, a chink of halyards and a flap of sails, wind, waves and distant whales. Kim M. Russell, 3rd September 2019 […]

Labour Day

No wonder they call it labour – it’s hard work! The build-up was difficult enough, what with the move from Germany to Ireland via London, getting to know new people and surroundings, having to travel forty miles and back to the nearest hospital for check-ups, and then falling over a paving stone on my way […]

Crow at the Castle Gate

There is no lonelier spot than the castle on the moors, hung over with scudding cloud where a lone tattered crow soars. As it guards the castle gate it utters raucous caws, eyeing the path with a shiny eye while sharpening beak and claws to pick at the first stars of twilight, a shadow unzipping […]