Familiar

A sudden glint of white. Sun illuminating pale wings. My brain struggles to play catch up. It’s daylight, surely not? but yes! I’m too slow though, to make words, just a gasp exhaled. I know that shape well. It was implanted in my mind as a child, from encounters such as this. Blunt head. All…

Land of the East.

We drove directly east, as far as the land would allow,  until we reached a world of water and sea.  Along the way, groups of muntjac grazed on the verges.  And died too, in the inevitable roadkill.  Their carcasses dried and winnowed,  like empty sacks of disgarded cloths, blown along the central barrier.  Eventually we…

Pan’s time

3am. All is still, as I wake befuddled, Drawn, sleepy- eyed from my slumber, with a nagging thought, too insistant to push away. Outside the van, the woodland Is shrouded in mist. Soup thick and clouding. A veil of otherworld time, Closing in on Beltane Eve. I do not want to go down to the…

Ritual

She knows I’m here, Despite the distance. Me, hiding in the tree line. Her, belly low in the plough line. She feels me watching her. A daily ritual. The space between us respected. But we are linked even so. She sits up now. Long black ears like signalling flags. Kangaroo back legs giving away her…

There’s a place…

There’s a place I go to. I’ll take you there, if you promise to keep it a secret… Down the steep Cinder Hill, Past the last houses on the estate. Along the narrow lane now, lined with blackberry bushes, that prick my fingers and stain them deep purple with scrumpers dye in autumn. Past the…

Greeting the morning.

The night had been star clear, Venus bright, Full moon just waning. The pure, blue heat of yesterday’s sun a memory now, as I woke to find frost. The lawn below, heavy dewed, jewel studded, with glistening droplets. Up to the Edge then? Yes, of course. Walking out into that early, secret time. The earth…

Soul Deep.

Today I braved the fuel prices and filled up the tank to go north to Derbyshire. I was meeting up with my mum and sister for a pre mother’s day/birthday catch up. My mums first real trip out for two years. The journey was dominated by blackthorn blossom, white frothy flowers adorning the road verges…

Spring Equinox – Ostara

Walking out into this beautifully bright, sunny morning, I’m suddenly thinking of the eighties film ‘Highlander’. The bit where Sean Connery’s character is explaining to Christopher Lambert’s highlander about the ‘quickening’, that surging pulse of energy and life force that makes him feel stronger, more alive and immortal. So today, standing on top of Windmill…

Migration

We were born to walk. Evolved to be upright, Bipedal. Glutenous maximus a muscle tool, Not a surgical enhancement. And so, we walked. Out of Africa. Over the savannahs. Over the mountains. Through the forests. Across the oceans. On and on, moving like ants, determined to make a home. Somewhere else. Somewhere new. Somewhere better….

I see you…you see me.

This morning the sun was shining, making the sky the brightest of blues and I was keen to get up and out, much earlier than normal, into the world of light. Yesterday was the opposite, a grey, dark, drizzly, then torrential kind of day and even the dog wanted none of it. The warmth of…

Spring

Down under the long slope of the Edge, a woodpecker drums for spring. The steady beat echoes out over the woods, a new seasons dance. The trees gladden to his bass line as blue tits, blackbirds and robins join in the orchestra. On the ground below celandines angle their buttery faces up towards the light….

Yew

Yew roots fan out like the folds of a skirt. Great octopus arms encircling the earth in coital embrace. In between the tangle of limbs, faces appear and dissolve again as I draw near to explore the hidden places within. Each tree growing its own signiture of anchoring curls. I’ve been visiting these yews for…