Glimpses of spirit, story, and silliness...
This isn’t a big idea. It’s a small one. And that’s the point.
Awen Fragments begins here – not as a fully formed concept, but as a practice. A gentle invitation to write something. Anything. A fleeting thought, a funny moment, a detail that snagged on the edge of attention. A way to get the writing flowing without the need to explain everything.
Each post will be short. Sometimes poetic, sometimes observational, sometimes a bit ridiculous. All I’m doing is noticing. The things that shimmer, that make me laugh, that feel slightly out of step with the rest of the day. The odd magic of a fox in the car park, a child’s drawing chalked on the pavement, the precise shade of sky that makes everything feel like a story waiting to happen.
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The London Druid 