Wondering what it means to be human

View across frozen lake with frozen reed bed to trees in the winter sun

Today seems an appropriate time to ask what it means to be human. Although, in a sense, this question never goes away. Instead, it changes its frame and perhaps its urgency. Personally, it is a current question, and I don’t have a nice, clear-cut answer. And that’s a good thing because I am wary of … Read more

Where is your precious attention?

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At the start of his brilliant book, The Art of Noticing: Discover What Really Matters to You, Rob Walker quotes Amy Krouse Rosenthal: “For anyone trying to discern what to do with their life: pay attention to what you pay attention to. That’s pretty much all the information you need.” It’s an excellent question to … Read more

What do we hope to hear?

view down a narrow treelined valley

One of the advantages of living in a little valley with relatively steep sides is that everything is amplified. Birdsong is all around, and often you can discern the exchanges, friendly or otherwise, from one side to the other. I don’t speak ‘bird’ but do recognise tones and patterns. And in the narrower, deeper section … Read more

Musing on what it’s all about

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Reflecting, having both the urgency and the opportunity to pause. To ask the bigger questions of life that easily get caught up in surviving. I return to the words that frame who I am and who I want to be: May I live this day Compassionate of heart, Clear in word, Gracious in awareness, Courageous … Read more

How words speak – listening for the patterns

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The poem I wrote for yesterday’s post – When time turns – invites honest reflection: OBSERVING BECOMING The pattern of our liveswoven in the fabric of time,each strand a choice,each colour an expressionof who we’re brave enoughto become. And one of the reflections I am currently holding is the more than 100,000 words I’ve written … Read more

Now I become myself

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This week, death has nudged a little closer: the devastating war, the shameful famine, the choaking of the earth and the passing of time. And for some, it is closer to home. In the face of this, we have a range of choices. From closing the door and hoping it doesn’t come any nearer, to … Read more

Being – the place we all start

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“In the bigger scheme of things, the universe is not asking us to do something, the universe is asking us to be something. And that’s a whole different thing.” – Lucille Clifton These profoundly insightful words from the poet Lucille Clifton say it all. Being is where we started. All of us. And we forget … Read more

What do you call this?

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I wonder, what would you call this flower? Cuckooflower Milkmaids Lady’s smock Cuckoo bittercress Whitsuntide gilliflower Mayflower Cardamine pratensis Or do you have another name? And as you read these words, where do they take you? For me, the familiar name is Milkmaids, and it takes me back to field margins on my home farm … Read more

Beyond appearances

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Do we thinkwe see whatwe see? Or do wesee whatwe feel, andthinkis it real? Are we opento knowingbeyond seeing,and observethe spacebetween uswith compassion? And can wepeer inside,for the shadowsreveal meaningfrom knowingand seeingand feeling –with tenderness –if we don’tdemandsimpleanswers.