Fractals in nature, Richmond Park 2019 I love/hate this piece 'The four of you' from @justinadamwise. The idea that when you are in conversation with just one other person, there are actually another two characters there. Uninvited characters.... As we talk to another, especially when the stakes are high or our resilience is low, we …
Barefoot
This morning in the park the wise old oak women ease my janging nerves, calm my furrowed brow and whisper to my heart. "Run wild. Drop what is not you. Dance. Walk barefoot. Feel the earth beneath your feet and ground. Feel the damp of the dewy grass and flow with the water."
From the old comes the new
The old branch lay in the grove of oaks. As it lay there, slowly decaying back into the soil, new life took hold. Fragile at first, delicate, blown over at the first breath of wind. Yet it exists, new life sustained by the rotting wood of the old.
A woodpecker
Oh, I wish I had a woodpeckerthat could, oh so persistentlytap away at the bark around parts of my mindwhere old opinions and judgements lurkas if set in plaster, yet waiting to be cracked openreleasing space for new truths and possibilities to stir. Oh, I wish I had a woodpeckerthat could, oh so tenderlytap away …
Thoughts from the park: By the light of the moon
Richmond Park 30 January 2019 The waning crescent moon hangs low in the morning sky as if balancing just above the frosty treetops. Its delicate light illuminates the landscape in all its glorious detail. Each blade of grass, each tussock, hinting at things yet to come. All this possibility is burnt away by the light …
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Thoughts from the park: Vapours on the breeze
Using nature to vaporise our old stories to start anew.