The Story Collector

by Evie Woods

landscape. Living this close to nature, I feel as though I am part of it; as much as the river flowing through it or the ever-changing clouds passing overhead. We alter together with each season, transforming, yet always staying true to our nature.

A truly creative life demanded a kind of blind faith in signs, hints or nudges towards a certain direction, from which things would inevitably flow organically.

it was reinvigorating to spend time with someone who could just see her for herself and not her scars.

‘Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.’

‘I understand; you end up saying what you think they want to hear. There’s a fear in all of us, that we’ll lose the relationship. But I suppose we end up losing ourselves instead.’

Life was like a great painting; if you only focused on one part, you would miss the full picture.