Saturday, 30 December 2017


This tent is my house,
warm and welcoming to
those whom I
love with all my heart.

When someone leaves the tent
there is a cold draught that
chills us all, causing us to
cleave closer together.

(Image used by kind permission of  and to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)


  1. How beautiful, and a very accurate portrait of how Holden and I feel about our loved ones. Thank you! ~C

  2. Just found you via Cara Theron site This is beautiful - the image and photo - will be back ;-)