creating change without shouting
When we try to retrace our steps, it often isn’t like we remembered. What we started out to do has changed. It has moved from a destination we thought we could describe to a journey we’re enrolled in. From an objective to an action. A becoming rather than a possession. And this changes us.
The chill of the fog hung in the valley like a cold weight. And walking up to the boy’s fields, higher on the hillside, felt laboured. Until I passed the line where the sun broke through. Slanting across the valley from the other side, it brought everything to life. And me to warmth. Nothing changed, … Read more
It has been an extraordinary autumn. The altered hues and the way the season has rearranged the natural drapes of the valley have opened up a different experience. An invitation to linger and enter rather than pass through on the way to winter. This has been an internal journey as much as an external encounter. … Read more
Recently I’ve been conscious of being on the edge of time. We have never been where we are today and need fresh eyes to see it properly. In this space, words from ‘A few miles above Tintern Abbey’ by Wordsworth, quoted by Bob Leckridge, have lodged with me: While with an eye made quiet by … Read more
It feels like this is a timely issue – pun intended. For a while, our experience of time has been shifting. On the one hand, we are even more conscious of the astonishing pace of life. And wonder if our human frame can flourish here in all its complexity. Conversely, there is a growing sense … Read more
The overflowing lake is muddy brown, laden with offerings from the mountainside. And the alpaca troughs are full of water, while the fields are squelchy underfoot. Yet after the rain is strangely subdued, inviting experience of the familiar cast in molten greys. And wonder at the cycle of life that ebbs and flows in a … Read more