There are places that feel comforting, full of memories of feelings and people passed. Moments remembered, imprints in the surface of time. New places that carry the soul of other houses, the energy of people I knew and loved. Echos of warmth in people, kindness, familiar connections, a sense of belonging and knowing. Warm laughter and soft voices in next room. Smells of cooking and coffee aromas, calm stillness, warm light. Glimpses of roof tiles and courtyards, fragments of birdsong. Cottage garden walls. Time to be still, to watch, absorb, be present. To feel welcome, allowed to rest for a while.
Creative Life in Suffolk 