Walking by Laura Lodahl

The past is a place I know well, well enough to be myself, to breathe, to sing, to dance, to hold on. It has been walking on my side ever since I was born. Yesterday is close, tangible, complete. When I look back at the beginning, I find pieces of myself which I have left … Continue reading Walking by Laura Lodahl

Dear S. by Laura Lodahl

The way you say 'Earth' sounds ancient. You are from the home of my soul, a place whose beauty breaks my heart time and time again. You call mountains ‘beinns’, valleys ‘glens’ and lakes 'lochs’. Its meandering rivers are your veins and the forests your lungs; every day you give me life. Now I am … Continue reading Dear S. by Laura Lodahl

3 am by Laura Lodahl

You know this space, Right there, right between shoulder and ear, Just big enough for you to rest your head at night. This is where you seek shelter, From your nightmares and your demons. You have buried your dreams there and your hopes. It’s where the things left unsaid are waiting for us, Waiting to … Continue reading 3 am by Laura Lodahl