Most nights when I go to sleep I dream of Portugal. That I am walking through the forest, collecting quartz crystals from the ground, singing to the trees or talking with the moon. Somehow there was always magic in the air; it’s not quite like that in England….my sparkles have dimmed somewhat as I live in a town, and set to work on material things. It’s hard to explain what it is like to fall in love with something new each day, ...Read more