A week ago or a bit more I picked up a paintbrush for just about the first time in three years. Was very disappointed with the results; but looking at it today, unless it's flu speaking, I see it's not that bad! It's a start, anyway...
Walking the Old Ways : nature, the bardic & druidic arts, holism, Zen, the ecological imagination
from BARDO
The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way
Is it a consolation
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Roselle Angwin
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2012
(199)
-
▼
February
(20)
- spirit, soul and the pairs of opposites
- '...and the night came down...'
- fishing boat
- living within our limits, and the forest garden
- the four agreements
- notes from the valley, the Bodhisattva Vow & a bis...
- the artist as spider's web: journaling
- waking up
- ragbag blog: Bere Ferrers, lapwings, toads, Hinkle...
- Her Spine
- Monbiot on social justice and environmentalism
- no language at all
- 'the empty spaces between stars'
- performance poetry: why humour is like a spark plug
- the heart's dark lonely nebula (poem)
- a year to live... look well therefore to this day
- water sutra, cut-up poems and dark matter
- animals: 'other nations, caught with ourselves'
- west, again
- the returning light, again
-
▼
February
(20)
It's not that bad. At all!
ReplyDelete:-) Am going to size it up and try again (say 2sq m)!
ReplyDelete