As I sit, watching the birds, most especially the oriolesthat have gathered, holding on to how wondrous wasthe spotting of this week’s special visitora brown thrasher,and noticing that the tadpoles are beginning to sproutlegsI find myself also working throughthis morning’s…
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Thank you once again to the extraordinary talents of our daughter, so, so very happy with the new signjust now posted in celebration of the rewilding we’ve been working on! While all around us are manicured, constantly mowed, watered and…
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When one catand two of the dogs have me upway, way before the sunwhere most wearily, one is calledto begin a day, not yet dawningyou might then ask yourself, Whereis the light? when yesterday’s stench of decomposingmisogynistic infirmitywafting up from…
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This morning in the garden,I am thinking about how weharbour shame in our bodieshow we then come to coat ourselves with this shameas amour,how we righteously and continuously thrust it forthas shieldand wield it,fiercely and vigilantlyas swordand how in our…
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I’m not afraid to tell you,it’s been a really hard three weeksrelative to me, anywaywhere I will walk around with a label‘Functioning Depressive’ stamped and flashing subtle warnings, on the underside of awhite flag that I carry in defeat as…
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This morning feels, daunting … ? uncertain… ? worrisome… ? tentative… ?twenty-four brand new hours, and all that,in the province where I live, politics may bethe word of the dayyet comes with the unusual (for me) feeling ofwho caresit’s all…
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As if to tie an invisible thread between usto somehow keep you afloat At the weekend, in a moment of full exhaustive overwhelmI am reduced to waving the white flagand whole heartedly crying my eyes outwith the dogs (of all…
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When one’s first instinctalwaysis to hide the origins of whichareso deeplysown forever mappingthe wayswe inhabittheworld much importance is puton the spacesof our own makingsafety as it were, in familiar surroundings fences andgates comfort in knowing, in trustingimpermanenceover shamefacedfailings when one…
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Days when I have been thinking ofsending you love,joy or maybe just the lightest touch ofgrace I wouldn’t tell you anything at allabout the hurtful things of the worldof things we cannot solve or eraseof the marks to be left…
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How very quickly thingsare subjecttochange as this morning begins gently,and in comfortcoffee and a bookthen quite abruptly changes intochaos and rather sudden overwhelmthe joys of a blissful quiet sit with the dogscareens off course into patience stretched thin with thevery…
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