Author Archives: alicemason1

It is before familiarity sets in that we are most alive and porous to our environment, our relationships, and even ourselves. If you’ve ever gone travelling with a backpack, you’re familiar with this magic. Travelling where we don’t know anyone, … Continue reading →

It’s not often my great friends are here when I am, but yesterday two of my dearest ones and their son were in Malaga for a couple of days. We met at the beach, at a beachside restaurant and sat … Continue reading →

Belonging and longing are strange bedfellows. They seem to coexist within me throughout my life.. Maybe it’s because of my nomadic childhood with restless parents, but nevertheless they are there like guests in the house of my being, and somehow … Continue reading →

A town which was once a place of witches and magic and now a strange juxtaposition of Disneyesque tourist statues, witches, magic water, said to bestow fertility and aphrodisiac properties, (delivered from a penis fuente of a green dragon,) religious … Continue reading →

A Greek philosopher once said. Easier said than done, or perhaps it was because he was a man, devoid of the vicissitudes and fluctuations of womanhood. Pondering on the rhythm of separation and attachment and only knowing true belonging which … Continue reading →

The wonder years should last a lifetime..     “Be wary of any influence in your environment which dismisses or judges your enthusiasm. Without it, we would become anaesthetised to life itself. Anyone who demands this smallness of you is … Continue reading →

Some photos from this sultry and very hot month in Sussex, including a rocking horse tree very near to my house, the Love Supreme Festival in Glynde,  Pett Level beach, a Brighton sea gull and rose bay willow herb growing … Continue reading →