It’s funny how we move in and out of the way of sharing our lives online. Dancing in and out of visibility. Appearing momentarily out of the fog, the air heavy with anxious reluctance, and then pulling back again, the bank of white space swallowing up that which was there only seconds ago. On my walks by the harbour I’ve been visited by a beautiful seal. Her sleek head breaks through the calm surface of the sheltered expanse of water, before she slips once again into the bluegreen depths. I stay standing, waiting for her to show herself again. And she does. Her satiny speckled pelt gleaming, her wide eyes…

I’ve been thinking a lot about the little things. All those tiny details that create an individual – a unique expression of self in a world full of unique selves. It makes my heart tingle with the magic of it all. So, I thought I’d share a few of my own ‘little things’ – things which make me, me! When I was a teenager I learned to play the piano. I played pieces from the score of Twin Peaks almost exclusively. I can’t open a tight lid on a jar or bottle top to save my life – I now have a purple grippy thing which has saved dinner on…

A howl slices through the deep darkness of the January night, its plaintive note striking upon our heartstrings, causing our pulse to stumble erratically before breaking into a run. The tiniest of bumps appear across our skin as each individual hair rises apparently of its own volition. We grasp each other in rough embraces, seeking comfort in company, our shoulders raised in tension as we hold our collective breath. And there it is. The answering howl reverberates around the small village, even closer than expected. It does not need the wind to carry it to our ears, because it sounds like it is everywhere. The howl has no sooner issued…