Sophie Latifa

Words by Elle Redman These hands of yours hold many things. Yet it’s been said this ancient art form asks of you only to hold what’s in your heart – to hold a little space for your Beloved. Neighbour. Friend. Palm pressed against paper, your pen becomes a vessel . Warm, Tender words, layered on tender pages. Could it be a poem? A sonnet? A prayer? An answer? A handful of hopes, bundled up as written notes? Could it be Light spilling through generous sweep-swirls of ink, until the whole page...

There are some things that don’t seem to lose their magic, no matter what age we are. A few weeks ago I saw a swan gently floating down the river with five or six cygnets trailing behind her, and I just stopped to admire her. There’s something truly magical about watching swans and their cygnets that doesn’t seem to lose its wonder. It’s hard to pass them by without a second look. When you see these babies with their mother, nature demands you stop what you’re doing and take a moment to...

While on maternity leave last year, I created for myself a daily sanity walk . Many will be familiar with the daily sanity walk of a new parent. Mine was a 5 mile loop down a thicket path with a dense area of bushes and trees one one side, and a river to the other, heavily populated with swans and cormorants. With my son snuggled up in his bassinet, this was the one outing I managed to complete each morning before returning to my living room to continue the precious, yet monotonous routine of...