There have been times when I’ve felt sick to the stomach at what is being done worldwide by “people” - but the world is moving on a longer timescale than ours.
I loved the walled garden until one day a sign appeared, placed there by developers and warning me to keep out.
Our interactions with trees nourish our inner life, even at the darkest times.
"A midwinter spring, of sorts, / the day you died. . ."
A good winter walk can be found almost anywhere, and the rules are few - but worth observing.
The Polish for “barn owl”, płomykówka, evokes the birds’ flame-like plumage - and their presence evokes old magic.
For Gavin Francis, medicine is “a skeleton key to open doors ordinarily closed”, and his latest book is as illuminating as it is enjoyable.
I held the rock in my hand during the crossing, an anchor to Earth that would remind me of its granular, varied textures and colours, even as I saw the entirety in abstract patterns from above.
It’s not the best way to see the land, travelling at this speed – it never was: walking has always been the appropriate pace for contemplation – but it can still be a pleasure.
On a rock in the Atlantic, I felt the magic of place.
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