Source: Inhalation
Mislaid
Mislaid
Memory is like a broken mirror
sometimes
purposefully misplaced shards
so that we are unable
to recall the pain
some memories entail
our lives
are littered
with such shards.
Who met the hundred morns
Source: Who met the hundred morns
Valueing
Writing today about a walk with my daughter along a river bank and discovering Bastard Alkanet. An old source of rouge but also of henna. Afterwards exploring the etymology of Alkanet and its Moorish and Arabic roots reminded me of walking with my children when they were small asking them if they could recall the name of plants and trees. And the insects we’d see on our walks through the dunes to the beach and the sea. Its something I still do. Passing on a love of nature and of the earth is a heritage that has great value. You can tell when an artist walks into a room by the way they see. I cultivate a small plot on the side of a hill where everyday there is so much to see. Overhead the sharp cries of a pair of buzzards conducting immaculate Immelmann turns without having read any book about First World War fliers. The Buzzards upward glide still manages to disturb the Ravens from their nest and fly out from the oak to protect their chicks and start circling on updraughts too.
Cloudless blue
I write at a desk in a room overlooking our kitchen garden. A bridge between the house and the garden spans the long yard below. I write and listen to the song of blackbirds. It’s the growing season and half my mind is concerned with gardening tasks and the other half a novel about a broken man and a frozen child. The sky is a cloudless blue.
Achievement
He always thought getting up out of bed was an achievement!
#Foundart latest addition
Love Foundart – lot of it about.
#DylanDay isn’t far away!
Cutting the orchard meadow before full sun
I always set the mowers blades high and they stay that way through the year. The orchards sward stays green and lush through the height of the summer even on the driest of years. Grass cuttings are used to mulch soft fruit bushes and the standard apple and cherry trees. This year is going to be a challenge as the rainfall has been low through the winter and the spring. Leaving the grass long slows evaporation and holds the dew in the mornings. In contrast my neighbour’s mow short and their ground is yellowing and I’ve no doubt I’ll hear the sprinklers soon. This year reminds me strongly of the spring of 1976!
I’m not tidy. I don’t cut at the edges of the field leaving long grass as hiding places for newly fledge birds. I leave daffodils and primroses stand and only cut when the flower pods are dry and rattling with seed. I collect the seeds before I cut and spread them where I think a splash of colour will look good in spring.
We choose the myths we live by
“People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances with our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.”
The power of myth Joseph Campbell
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