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8 December 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

Kneeling in front of the open stove, I soak up the heat.

The fire is so warm and relaxing that although it isn't particularly cold out, I sit here bathed in the glow for what feels like a long time, trying to defrost my weary self.

Staring at the flames dancing over and devouring the logs is mesmerising. You can lose yourself, and your thoughts in the heart of a fire; finding momentary peace of mind.

Winter feels like it is finally on the horizon.

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18 November 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

What are we supposed to do with loneliness?

Do we scrape it altogether, bundle it up, swallow it.  Try to fill the emptiness that creates that uncomfortable echo in your stomach.

What do we do with regret? Do we stand on it, stamp on it, turn away from it as if sunshine on a bright day, fearing it will illuminate the tears in our soul.

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Only in sorrow

17 November 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

Sitting in the loft, tucked into a couple blankets, I am listening to the fire crackle downstairs.

The snow is falling heavily outside, and I am stealing a couple hours in thought before heading out into the cold for the day.

It is bizarre to me what can move us to be creative.

I cannot say with any degree of certainty how this may differ from person to person.

Beautiful topography, moving stories from different people's lives.

The pain of heartbreak, or the freedom of fresh love.

For me I am liberated when happy, tormented when sad.

And while that in and of itself is entirely sensical, I cannot say it follows that it is only in torment that I can find any real ability to be creative.

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16 November 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

I watch the dogs at the end of every day, clamber onto some comfy surface or other, be it a dog bed, the couch, a sleeping bag that is currently hanging out on the floor of the cabin, and sleep soundly.

Normally at least one of them will dream.

Their habits closely reflect my own; no surprises there, we live together.

But, as a species, they do not take an extended hiatus in the winter time. They do not hibernate, they do not simply disappear.

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Back again

15 November 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

As is invariably the case this time of year, if I venture out with the dogs, they chase something.

Sometimes a squirrel, sometimes a deer, sometimes an elk, in transit from higher ground for the winter time.

The animals are on the move and that means the dogs tend to disappear on our morning runs well before I have even reached the gate.

This morning was no different.

As I rolled under our security system (I struggle to find the motivation to unlock the gate when we are on foot) I absentmindedly wondered where they were.

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