“Spirit of place lives in both the seen and unseen; the path underfoot, the hush in the air, the tale whispered beside it. Each story, each footprint, helps us belong to the land, even as it changes. Long after trees are felled or stones topple
When we carry stories home, the ordinary turns soft-focus. The lane becomes a corridor of thresholds; the evening, a ceremony of light. We won’t fix everything by noticing, but noticing is how love begins. And love, patient and practical, is wh
“The spirit of a place is a wondrous and elusive thing, you might even call it magic. There are places that captivate us, possess us and linger in our memories. Or perhaps it’s the other way around – as people live and dream and die
“One may feel the ghosts of lost woodland lingering at the edges of farmland and roadsides. Old paths and solitary ancient trees are echoes of what was once forest, still whispering their stories in the autumn winds.” — Witch Countr