Sophie Latifa

It was the Spring of 2024, and I was standing on a snow covered mountain ridge surrounded by the French Alps. The sky was an intense blue, contrasting beautifully with the ice white snow and the deep green hues of the forests far below, but what I remember most was the silence. I’ve never been anywhere so quiet, no distant rumbling of traffic or evidence of other people nearby, I can’t even recall hearing birds or wildlife. It was just perfect, untouched silence while my husband and I stood...

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...