Is it to get away or to come close? To arrive, or to become along the way? What’s the purpose of our journey? It’s a question worth asking because it will determine how we walk. ~ cheering you on your way from a little valley in South West Wales
What happens when we get this close? We can hear our heart beat and our soul speak. And it can be scary. But let’s do it anyway. Because our world needs more beauty.
Many are asking questions they haven’t asked before. Are you one of them? I am, and I suspect I am not alone. For all of us, here is a beautiful poem from Gideon Heugh in his new collection: Rumours of Light. Yes, it’s longer than usual, but let it take you by the hand and …
Like water, life isn’t scalable. At least not in taking a unit and multiplying through mechanical means. Or in recreating it elsewhere, without using up what we have here, in this place. Once water is used, we have to wait until it returns naturally. Maybe in another form, or another place, because this is a …
When water levels are this low, a heavy downpour isn’t the answer. The ground is too thirsty. And it will lead to damaging floods. So why do we think there’s a simple tap-turn to make good our exhausted dryness? Instead, let’s search for sources of gentle rain to refill our drained souls. And then share …
FLUENT I would love to live Like a river flows Carried by the surprise Of its own unfolding + John O’Donohue, from Conamara Blues, Bantam Press 2001
Yesterday’s invitation to enter the mystery of the water path was stimulated in part by the song Oceans. The idea of stepping out on the water is both ludicrous and awesome. And it takes us to places we wouldn’t otherwise go. Today it’s the turn of the poet, Rainer Maria Rilke, to offer an invitation. …
Walking,not running,tracing desire linesof animals whosehome is thisvalley. Yet, whereis the path inthe water? How dowe step intomystery?
Be quiet… quiet enough to hear a voice that’s been trying to be heard, but has been drowned out. Be quiet… quiet enough to hear the tone of love, not the edge of judgement. Be quiet… quiet enough to know that you don’t need to know everything, but some things you do know. And they …
Standing at the mouth of the Victorian tunnel in the hillside, I observe a beautiful tapestry. Colours and textures intertwined in a way I wouldn’t usually see. Yet how often do we look up? I mean, stop and gaze with curiosity rather than assume we know what’s there. However, I suspect we spend much more …