The Complacency of Place Paula Read Switzerland Day 1 — Versoix to Genthod The path is marked at regular intervals by plaques bearing the symbol of the journey, a scallop half-shell, set into walls and street signposts. My own half-shell swung against my backpack,...
Inis: Water Meadow Kerry Beth Neville USA …the minute interlock of word and word began, the rhythm formed. I sunk my hands into tradition sifting the centuries for words. This quiet excitement was not new: emotion challenged me to make it sayable. – Michael...
In Memoriam Gordon Murray Scotland Almost accidentally, we pulled into the car park at Stoneyfield Farm, to a path on the headland of Stornoway Harbour. It was a path I’d never trod before, despite being born and bred on this island. Along the coast is often cold and...
The Third Raven Carin Clevidence USA When Flóki Vilgerdarson set out from Denmark with his family in search of a rumoured land beyond the Faeroe Islands, he brought three ravens. It was the 9th century. Vikings navigated by the stars and by their knowledge of birds,...
The Light Between Worlds Maka Monture USA My grandmother was 4 feet and 10 inches on a good day with a head full of short, bouncy curls and a laugh that sounded like oversized jingle bells, a matriarch in every sense of the term, both in our family and for my people....
