“It was then, without warning, that the fear came.” Susan Cooper, The Dark is Rising Oh! The beautiful opening chapter of The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper, which I’m reading in a massive worldwide book group on Twitter, has brought back all my inexplicable moments of nature fear – or just The Fear, as […]
Starting 20th December – worldwide reading of The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper What could be more magical than reading (or re-reading as it is for me) one of the most imaginative and wonderful Arthurian children’s/YA novels ever written, starting when the book does, on Midwinter Eve? (Midsummer Eve for us in the southern […]
In the breath-held beauty of night, every leaf seems paused as if painted in still life, branches striking shapes, shadow-shifting in the moonlit corners of my sight. Crickets sing a rhythmic chorus under the waxing glow of gibbous moon, inciting beetle feet to tread their forests of towering grass blades. The dance of Diplopoda feet, […]
The tree heard The acorn’s words A sleep-talking sigh Of touching blue sky. “Impossible” said the tree “Just too small! So forget it all!”
River rewilding Riffles, rough edges Human lines softened Safe margins Beckon long-lost faces Dipping, building, thriving.
By the hearth A smile creases your face In leylines of kindness In flickering firelight Whorls of woodsmoke Smouldering eyes Your warm heart.
Unearthed, Gouging rocks on well-worn paths. Discovering geodes Chambered deep.
Unseen in-between Luminous light of stars Shy energy Binds the cosmos In clusters.
Sometimes a piece of writing rustles and stirs the dry leaves that fall too quickly on the pathways of our bustling lives. Like an inexplicable breath of floral-perfumed warm wind, in the harsh bite of a winters day. Rewilding you from inside. This is how it felt reading Sometimes a Wild God by Tom Hirons. You […]
If you are reading this and you are a person who is in a creative profession, I admire that you have what it must take to be constantly strong in that conviction. I guess that conviction must waver, and I can see it any one that stands beside their creation, that at some point they began. You began, […]