creating change without shouting
It doesn’t seem to matter where I go in our little valley; moss is at home here. Not just one kind of moss, but a delightful plethora of shapes, colours and textures. The nature of the terrain and the fact that alpacas don’t treat moss as a delicacy probably help. So does our leaving fallen … Read more
As human beings, most of us have a strong pull toward the place we call home. Yet, this drawing might be tangled and fraught with complicated tension for various reasons. Do I belong here? My lovely friend Joanna Maberly has written a profoundly beautiful and moving account of opening unexpected doorways in On Covid, corvids … Read more
When you stop, what do you hear? Is it the echoes of unfinished conversations,the insistence of a reply,the sadness of the moment,or things said that were better left unsaid? What about the call of the wind,the whisper of water,the wordless sound of a place,or the rumble of the Earth? And what about the comfort of … Read more
What a wonderful invitation to quieten down, to stop and look. To see again what is before us and enter. Walking with Wendell Berry’s poem has shifted my perspective over the last few days. What we need is here. It’s not gone. It is within us and between us. And there is no need to … Read more
We think we see reality when perhaps we only observe what we expect. And the stories we tell ourselves become amplified, and our role in them is firm and secure. Until they aren’t, and the world is no longer what we thought. Yet we have this opportunity to see with fresh eyes. If we are … Read more
We may feel powerless, insignificantbut we can breathe,in and out. Choosing life and hope,over death and despair. Present, while separate,keeping hold of humanity’s threads,  remembering, we are all connected.