“Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a pattern of the soul where every tree, every bird and beast is a soul
Travel is in my blood. As a small girl, I clearly remember my Dad carrying my brothers and I to the car at around midnight,
“Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a pattern of the soul where every tree, every bird and beast is a soul maker?” – Ian McCallum As I turned onto the dirt track
Travel is in my blood. As a small girl, I clearly remember my Dad carrying my brothers and I to the car at around midnight, settling us in with blankets and pillows and once snug
