What if, as well as writing backwards into memory and experience, and writing now, on what is seen and felt before us. What if, we were to write forward? Contained within is yes, all the years I have been, but it is also true that in me and my surrounds are the...
Life just now is like the three day moon not nothing nor everything a portion of light destined to expand and contract shadows of responsibility dominate the landscapes Occasionally there will come a break in the clouds so the whole surface floods with light and all...
Since first viewing on TV in 2021, I have been captivated by the Earthshot concept and all it contains and pertains to. In 2022 I watched the prizes awarded for the second year. Now I have the book. I am yet to finish it. https://earthshotprize.org/ And of course...
September, dearest of months, tell me if you know. How come you no longer stretch like you used to? Back along you spread out like jam, offering heady memories of endless bounties amongst the hedgerows. You gave us an eternity to gather them. Nowadays September...
Those are the trees of a hundred years. Here, the remarkable riverbank, which tells me all I need to know. If I look I can see that it is very true that some parts of what make up the world only ever change very slowly. Some things, like ancient oaks, are dependable,...
The view from two inches off the earths’ surface Eye level now with the determined grass It’s sweet smell like life eternal I lay face down Even as the dusk comes And the earth grows damp I let it soak in The ground is softer than I remember The blades more gentle As...
Back along I lived among the fields. In that first lockdown when we all of a sudden felt obliged to take a walk a day whether we wanted to or not. Those days were spring days. But also troubled days and so I found myself taking something to the fields. I came to...
Ever feel like your world has gotten smaller? I have trod the same paths over and over. I have been forced to explore and pay attention close to home. If you ever visit the bit of earth and sky that I've inhabited I could tell you so much more about it now than I...
Tomorrow we will begin again, New dew will form at the break of dawn on grass that is ever so slightly taller The first light will waken anew, lifting open an awestruck eye to the beauty it beholds And the earth will be new, again Our bodies being healed and restored...