creating change without shouting
In the slanting sunlight, I spied one of our bumper acorns. Plump and free of its cup, it was ready for germination and sprouting in the moist soil. This is life in its unfolding, doing what it does in season. So what about us? Where are we opening ourselves to this next stage of life? … Read more
Where is the pathon the cusp of time?The invitation to walk fromknowing to unknowing. To see the change in seasonripening before our eyes,while whispering farewellsto lives once lived. Nothing is held formore than a moment.These are just spaceswe dance within. ~ After feeding the alpacas, I climbed up the hillside, watching the flow of seasons … Read more
Whenever I start a story, there’s always a ‘before’. Before this time, this event, there was. And living here in this little valley in South West Wales, we are immersed in the endless circle of life. At the same time, recognising that we are just here for a metaphorical season. Here time is more circular … Read more
It’s hard to let go of things that have defined us. Yet, we cannot both hold on to the old and grasp the new simultaneously. Indeed, this voyage into autumn reminds us that death precedes re-birth. The leaf must change colour. The seed has to fall. This stripping away is essential to prepare for the … Read more
There are ancient trees on the old field boundaries. Oaks with vastly extending branches that have nested birds for centuries. I love standing beneath their boughs and grieve each time a limb falls. Then there are much younger trees, including silver birches, ash, rowan and self-seeded willow. These have seen the more recent wilding of … Read more
‘For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.’ T S Eliot wrote these words in Little Giddings, from Four Quartets, while the world was in seismic change nearly a century ago. Arguably, we are now in an even more significant shift, and our current language’s inadequacy is … Read more