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Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Pagan Poetry

Hello loves,

Every so often these days I find myself dreaming of a much more simple lifestyle. One in which looking at my phone as soon as I open my eyes is much less important than looking out of the window and sniffing the air, as it switches from summer to the beginning scents of autumn.
A couple of weeks ago when my mother and I took these pictures in a wheat field, with the wind blowing in our hair and the view of the moors against the mustard shades of the crops, it made me remember just how important little moments like those are,amongst the hustle and bustle of the lives we lead.
This cotton dress has never made me feel more free, I felt like a Pagan bride with my bunch of hand-picked flowers and bare feet. If I ever was to get married, it would definitely be outdoors.

My best friend and I are trying to book a holiday for September, somewhere to celebrate our 23rd year of friendship. Where we can drink wine, sit in the warmth and reminisce over the best memories we have shared and all the new ones that are to follow. If you have any ideas or experiences around Europe that you would like to share, I would love to hear.

Lots of love always