from BARDO

The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.

Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made

is star-stuff too?


– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –

dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.


Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.


Roselle Angwin

Tuesday, 31 October 2023

Samhain, squash soup & Substack



My dear friends, I began this blog in 2010. I've loved writing it, and I've loved knowing how many of you read it.

Over the years, partly for life reasons, partly because my computer and its operating system are old and there are glitches, and partly as a result of some material being 'borrowed' several years ago, the content and depth of what I wrote diminished. You will have of course have noticed, if you are one of my lovely 'regulars', that since my life changed and we moved to our Brittany smallholding, I've barely written here, except at significant points in the turning year.

But I've missed it.

So I would like to invite you to join me over on Substack. At the moment all my posts are free, and focus mostly on our relationship with the land, what and how we're growing food, and the other-than-human.

Many of you have asked about life out here, and our sustainable approach to land and growing. Come and visit my new blog, and read the stories. I miss you!
 

Later, I will be adding a FIRE IN THE HEAD section, where I will offer tips, exercises and other suggestions for writers. (This will be part-free and part-paid.)


https://substack.com/@roselle1








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