Welcome

Welcome to Harvest Moon, a place where the creatures and landscapes of my imagination take form and meet the world. Nestled in beneath the wild craggy tors of Dartmoor inspiration comes on chilly winds from moonlit landscapes of other realms which share this rugged, ancient land of gorse and granite. Living here I sometimes feel on a bridge between worlds and ages as the land speaks from spluttering streams and wind-beaten tors, telling stories of folk and beast, but only in snatches before the endings are whipped away down the valley with the broad river and out to sea. So here I will share these stories and characters and they can dwell in your own imagination, continuing their stories with infinite outcomes. This is how they live, enjoy them!

Friday, 30 November 2012

...waiting

so, after 9 very long months that have lasted forever and yet swooped past in an instant, we are here! All we have to do now is wait a little longer until our little bean decides its time to emerge. It's hard not to feel impatient to meet our little creation, but at the same time we now have time and space with one another which we know is very precious indeed! So we are enjoying this quiet before the storm, enjoying one another as we are now, just Doug and Cari, and enjoying my belly in full bloom before it bears its fruit.


It may be a little time, dear readers, before I post again! I will endeavour to introduce you to the bean as soon as it feels possible, but until then I want to thank you for the time you take to read my ramblings and ponderings, and the delightful comments you send - it is such a pleasure!



Sunday, 4 November 2012

...another turn of the wheel...



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This is an introspective time of year, and particularly so for me now as I enter a huge new chapter of my life. This paradox of new life growing as the world enters hibernation has got me thinking about cycles and nature's annual miracle of death and rebirth. It is so beautiful, and every year is a chance for some part of us to be reborn, refreshed and renewed. I imagine that however many years one may live on this earth, springtime will never lose its wonder and autumn will never cease to touch the heart with its beauty and colour. This is a poem I wrote during the euphoric arrival of spring, and I think of it now as we enter the sweet melancholy of winter.


Candles & Conkers

The Horse Chestnut wakes early,
Holding limp, olive fingers to the bashful April sun
Silently begging for summer to come.
When at last the sun is braver
From empty aqua golden rays of June will pour
Fattened fingers spread and beg for more.
Up, up they reach for every ray
And with the golden bounty hands are forging day by day
A blossom-coated candle in the outstretched palm
An offering held up to whence it came.

The Horse Chestnut stands aglow with pride
About to drop a shiny treasure in disguise
The candles flickered and blew away
A fan fair for the final play before the year is done
Spiky bombs rain down upon September
And as the sun grows distant once again
Withered fingers fall in golden-browns
And somewhere underneath the ground
Down, down further deep
The Horse Chestnut sleeps


It feels perfect that as we are drawing our energy inwards, building our winter nests and bringing in wood for the fire, our little one will arrive and all of our focus will be on cosying up together and getting to know one another.