Cedar Keep

Somewhere beneath the surface of the Thames, the past waits patiently to be found. Broken porcelain, forgotten trinkets, small ghosts of lives once lived — the river holds onto everything, until someone comes looking.

I go looking.

Welcome to my Cedar Keep, tucked into a corner of my soul center studio. It's where I keep what the river gives me — little mudlark waifs, pulled straight from the Thames mud, each one a forgotten piece of someone else's story. They've waited a long time to be found. Now they're waiting for something else: to be made into something new, and to begin a new chapter with you.

Take a look. Is there one in particular that speaks to you? Tell me which one — I'd love to know.

From My Nostalgic Soul to yours.
Gwendalynn Grey