Our Oaken Bones og almindelige rutiner ikke slår

og almindelige rutiner ikke slår til

Ud over de kendte årstider beskriver bogen fire gamle keltiske ‘mellemårstider’

from the wild leeks in the field to the deer in the woods

Det er en bok der leseren inviteres til å reflektere over seg selv og vår kultur

Our Oaken Bones og almindelige rutiner ikke slårI lie on the rock to let my limbs dry after my immersion in the river. My bones warm. I have no towel but the moss is grateful for the additional moisture that I bring as the water runs off me and into its spongy web of roots and branches. I look up through the canopy and time freezes as the oak leaves drift gently backwards and forwards, dappling the light as it falls onto my body. I am home. Reeling from the pain of devastating miscarriages and