Category: Nature
Shifting Sands
Fire and night. cold desert night. tongues of flame flickering. licking the air. swallowing the darkness Dune shadows disappear into oblivioncanopy of stars. sparks of magicwind buffeting tents. calling my name scheherezade storyteller. Listen. I have come to listen to the sand and the wind and the stars. To feel into the soul of the Read more about Shifting Sands[…]
Treesisters calling
This poem came through after watching David Attenborough’s Life on this Planet. If you haven’t watched it, may I HIGHLY recommend that you do and that you then share it far and wide. It’s causing a wave of awakening.. Amidst it all.Amidst uncertaintyEmotional frailtyRealization that how we have livedHas desecrated our worldUnknowinglyThen knowingly Because we didn’t,Because Read more about Treesisters calling[…]
excerpts from “Will There Be Singing”
Juliana Spahr ^ By the end of the year, I was used to things I hadn’t seen before, like a series of street brawls between fa and antifa that often absurdly tumbled into the Berkeley all organic full-of-strollers farmer’s market. Used to hearing about friends’ emails caught up in various FOIAs. Used to the social media posts about how someone somewhere was getting Read more about excerpts from “Will There Be Singing”[…]
Thoreau – On Walden
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living Read more about Thoreau – On Walden[…]
Island songs – Ólafur Arnalds
Coloured fishing vessels are often moored in the tiny harbour of Hvammstangi, a town that sits in the eastern shore of the Miðfjörður. The name is derived from ‘hvammur’, which means a green space in a mountain and is now home to Einar, a poet and teacher in Icelandic and literature. He moved to this Read more about Island songs – Ólafur Arnalds[…]
Wind, leaves, conkers, sand and shells.
Cool autumn air scattering crispy brown leaves Then sweeping them into piles Which soften the fall of shiny brown conkers Giant seed balls still Bearing a vernix coating. birthed from spiky shells with the softest of liningS. Then onto the beach blown along by the chill east wind. The Sun still clinging onto its last Read more about Wind, leaves, conkers, sand and shells.[…]
Friday 3rd September
First sighting of morning dew and Birdsong has returned
Sunday Sadness
Reflections in the window of the bare tree. shocks me. Autumn is really just around the corner. Always a source of joy for me. but this year I have embraced the heat far more, I have really sought it out, welcomed it on my skin taken it inside me,Now it wanes. But I love the Read more about Sunday Sadness[…]
Home
Furry mint flowers mint me at the doorThe Hydrangea and sunflowers are finishing. But there’s a bud on the new anemone. Deepest pink penstemon trumpets flank the steps. There’s a downpour of rain. Which leaves water gurgling long after in the drain and raindrops lined up across the top of each pane of glassthrough which Read more about Home[…]