GHOST echoing the spirit of old

echoing the spirit of old worlds and the quiet magic of hidden places

Herbs and Spices

thick Greek coffee

When I had the opportunity I would happily wander to the forest

GHOST echoing the spirit of oldIn the stillness of the cool early morning, as dawn broke the horizon, I drove steadily on the peaceful Old Vancouver Island Highway. It was a mystical moment in time and in the eerie quiet, the world felt suspended between night and day as if the earth itself was holding its breath. The surrounding forest of shadowed trees, looked and felt ethereal as thick mist clung to the tree tops and wove between the tree trunks. While I have always claimed I