Sitting under the tree just now, various sound strata were moving in and out of focus. I sat for ages until I noticed the frogs. There must be hundreds of them – producing the richest and fullest of elements of the sound spectrum. But I didn’t hear them at first, and for a while I lost them and wondered if they’d stopped. But it was only a focus issue. Once they were back, they were back to stay. Continue reading
It’s as if you can hear the earliest stirings of cyclical life in this ancient, arthritic oak. It’s like there’s some sort of heaving, or groaning going on, as it starts its slow annual tug on the resources it needs for rebirth. Continue reading
I’m playing with the idea of spiritual radiation. I can’t help but think that I’ve spent most of my life with the spiritual equivalent of vitamin D deficiency. Continue reading
OK, so it’s the dead of winter. Mercifully it’s past the middle of winter. But it’s still the dead of it. Continue reading
I don’t know why I feel compelled to make the distinction, but I’m convinced that this is more than just nature being a revelation of its creator, as it couldn’t help but be. Continue reading
This year I heard my oak clap it’s hands. Just once – really properly. Continue reading