Because there is far too much to write of – of growing things, of the wildwood, of writing (61,000 words into the new book), of scything and plastering, of intimacy and poetry and the terrible joy of being alive, I'm cheating by offering you this small quote.
'Paper
is infinitely patient. Each time you scratch on it, you trace part of
yourself, and thus part of the world, and thus part of the grammar of
the universe. It is a huge language, but each of us tracks his or her
particular understanding of it.'
Burghild Nina Holzer
And because I'm off to lead the next course (Poetry, Place & Pilgrimage in West Cornwall), another 'thin' place, edge place, I offer you this one, too, from the Guardian of June 1; written about the Hebridean island of St Kilda, it applies to any edge place: 'Anywhere you can see the curvature of the earth drives you to think, and I wonder if we imbue peripheral places [...]with such significance because they challenge our mainland mainstream lives – and how hectic, sustainable or important they are...'
Patrick Barkham
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
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