My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far beyond the road I have begun, So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has an inner light, even from a distance- and changes us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are; a gesture… Continue reading * A Walk *
To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter... to be thrilled by the stars at night to be seated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring... these are some of the rewards of the simple life.… Continue reading Cotswold Water Walk, (9.5km)
It's Friday morning, the weather is glorious out there and I'm stuck inside with an annoying bout of Covid (after dodging it for two years it finally got me), nose streaming, coughing and feeling pathetically sorry for myself. I've also just realised that my two instagram accounts have been hacked and disabled so... happiness all… Continue reading * Questions of Travel *
Sweet was the walk along the narrow laneAt noon, the bank and hedge-rows all the wayShagged with wild pale green tufts of fragrant hay,Caught by the hawthorns from the loaded wain,Which Age with many a slow stoop strove to gain;And childhood, seeming still most busy, tookHis little rake; with cunning side-long look,Sauntering to pluck the… Continue reading *Sweet Was The Walk*
The crows see me. They stretch their glossy necks In the tallest branches Of green trees. I am Possibly dangerous, I am Entering the kingdom. The dream of my life Is to lie down by a slow river And stare at the light in the trees– To learn something by… Continue reading * Entering the Kingdom *
Last nightthe rainspoke to meslowly, saying, what joyto come fallingout of the brisk cloud, to be happy againin a new wayon the earth! That’s what it saidas it dropped, smelling of iron, and vanishedlike a dream of the oceaninto the branchesand the grass below.Then it was over.The sky cleared.I was standingunder a tree.The tree was a treewith happy leaves, and I… Continue reading * Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me *
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.going far beyond the road I have begun,So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;it has an inner light, even from a distance- and changes us, even if we do not reach it,into something else, which, hardly sensing it,we already are; a gesture waves us onanswering our own… Continue reading * A Walk *
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made you want to throwopen all the windows in the house and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,indeed, rip the little door from its jamb, a day when the cool brick pathsand the garden bursting with peonies… Continue reading * Today *
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do… Continue reading * The Peace of Wild Things *
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