13. September 2019

Swallows swooped and whistled, insects settled, and an eagle glided high above. The light on the hill across the valley drew up a veil of shadow from the ground. My breath was music through my flute and the sound of my footsteps a drum beat that soothed me. Nothing grand or spectacular seemed to happen in the month I spent alone off-grid in the wild. It was remarkably simple and easy.

26. April 2019

Sitting underneath a huge stone placed here by the people of the Pyrenees thousands of years ago, I was surprised at how weightless the mass above me felt. Like it was floating. The giant capstone touches the stones beneath in just a few places, so that there is a lot of space around the edges where light comes in and I can see trees and sky outside. Of course the slab of stone above me is actually super heavy and I can only wonder at the effort needed to move it here. I wonder at the momentum...

05. April 2019

A few weeks ago, we left our Island home and began travelling in a self-converted tiny van. We find ourselves on the 'Wild Coast' of Spain... Wandering this new landscape, following my nose, I feel closer to this place and the life here... A flower or leaf catches my eye and I lean in...eyes closed I inhale the aroma... minty, sweet, earthy, bitter, lemony...it is pure and simple pleasure. Breathing in the scent of lavender, rose, jasmine, mint, wisteria, pine, rosemary... is a precious simple...