June and July are a blur in my mind. I don’t think I’m the only one who feels this way...
A poem for the last week and a half. Thank goodness it’s the weekend. It was still raining yesterday but we made the most of the day and went for a lovely rainy-day walk. There's something soothing about walking on a quiet rainy day in summer... The world feels softer, like it's wrapped in wool, and yet your senses come alive with the smell of rain on the earth and the touch of droplets against your skin. I'm still hopeful for some sunshine this weekend, though! Because there's something wonderful about seeing the sun on a busy summer's day 🙂
Poetry helps us come to terms with grief, and comfort is often found in unexpected places.
What would you ask an ancient tree?
I locked myself (and my daughter) out of the house two weeks ago. Dark rain clouds were looming overhead. I panicked. My toddler was hungry and tired, I had no snacks, and to tell you the truth, I was hungry and tired too! But after a few phone calls, we had no choice but to … Continue reading Things you find under trees – poem
shoots. sprigs. twigs. sprays. spring. * Happy Friday! A tiny poem for a tiny bowl of spring filled with gifts from little ones and fleeting treasures. For more stories and poems, follow the Wild Library blog on Instagram. You might also enjoy The Little Red Bird and Pictures and Poems. Thanks for reading! Chantelle
I create a garden every time I move to a new rental house. It’s hard work and I seldom stay long enough to truly reap the rewards of my efforts. But planting and tending a new garden is a rewarding and special process in itself. Even though I know there’s a good chance the next renters will leave the garden to die or grow wild, I believe it’s better to leave a garden when you go.
1 April 2019. Today I'm celebrating my 30th birthday! So, I wrote a little something to capture all the valuable life lessons I've learnt during my 20's. Perhaps you can relate...
My sister’s an extremely talented artist and I’ve always admired her ability to catch a moment or emotion with her art. We’d been talking about collaborating on a project, so I sent her some poems and she worked on illustrations to accompany them. Her illustrations developed and shaped the stories in a completely new way, which allowed me to reduce the poems to their bare essence.
Do you enjoy talking to strangers when you travel? Do yourself a favour: every once in a while, put away your smartphone/ kindle/ book and take out your earphones, and listen to your fellow travellers' stories.