"Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,"

[Tuesday 16th October 2018]


This moment is precious. If on a winter's night a traveller. House of Leaves. Weaving a Parachute. The Lost Art of Concentration. Cerebral Hemispheres. Radical Acceptance. Square Eyes. Eagles and Earwigs. Full Catastrophe Living. The Guest House.

[Post title is a quote from 'Ode to the West Wind' by Percy Bysshe Shelley]

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