Our own time and place…

Lower end of the lake with tree reflections and the causeway

Listening again to J Drew Lanham’s evocative poem yesterday reminded me that we only have our own time and place. Even though sometimes we’d rather look anywhere else but here and now. Yet this is where we are called to be. It’s where we can do our most fruitful work. And bring all that we … Read more

On its own time…

View through the trees to the bluebells

I’ve been revisiting the lovely alternatives for the word ‘slow’ that many of you offered a few weeks ago… This valley has its own time. And it shows up in the appearance of seasonal blooms, like the bluebells. Walking through the woods, the air is saturated with their distinctive scent, and you feel like you … Read more

On developing our inner knowing of time

Close up of violet flower

I’ve loved the exchange of stories and insights that this week’s thread on ‘waiting’ has provoked. My Irish farmer friend, Ciarán Duggan, sent me this: I used to wear a watch and found it was needed, then something went wrong with it and found that it wasn’t required! As I rely on my internal sense … Read more

Musing on the nature of waiting

View across the lake to the finger of land and the Canada Goose on her reed nest

Through the Welsh damp yesterday, you can see the female Canada Goose on her reed nest at the end of the finger of land in our little lake. She will likely sit on her precious eggs for a month before they hatch. Does she count the days or have a diary or smartphone to tell … Read more

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

Our creative relationship with time

Frost covered wild angelica stems

Paradoxically, we need to pause and consider our relationship with time. Or else our avoidance will drive us to those places that inhibit our creative response. Because time is not linear. Even though the clock disagrees, it is merely an ornament of time, not time itself. And it is by choice that we let the … Read more

Walking in step with valley time

Early winters evening across the lake to the stables

Time is different here in this place. And I suspect it is where you are, too. Yet we tend to assume time is ours to use – like a resource – when we don’t own the clock. VALLEY TIME Dark comes earlyand with it, rain.Remindersthat valley timeis different. We do not seewith eyes alone,nor navigatewith … Read more

Rekindling a love for the seasons

Burnt orange hazel leaf against a backdrop of orange and green

I wonder if we have lost our connection with the seasons of life. Have we elevated some as more worthy or desirable while the ones we want to avoid are hidden away out of sight? As if we think we can master time or know better than the seasonal cycles… Here, the astonishing abundance of … Read more

What do we expect to see?

Single bright green acorn on leaf mould

Wandering without an agenda, even for a few minutes, lets us notice what we might otherwise miss. A SINGLE ACORN One, just one when last year, there were multitudes, so many I couldn’t walk without crushing some. One, just one, not a deficit, but more rebalancing the scales of the years. Weighing out time. One, … Read more

It is time, said the friend

closeup of dewdrops on the last remaining purple foxglove flowers

I’ve been waiting for this day. I just didn’t know it. Until a friend reminded me. IT IS TIME Turn your gaze upon your soul, for it is time. Look past the shadows, look between the light; it has been waiting ­– waiting for you to step back from the endless undertakings, to take your … Read more