Your works as a breadcrumb as a blessed hint. Just this morning I found myself writing about a recent journey to wild islands in Scotland, herons that guided me while there and - truly - about the chanterelles that were casually foraged one day by a fellow traveler and turned into pie for supper. Humbled beyond measure by the cosmic timing. Hints galactic and beautifully singular, beloved Brighid. So grateful, so so grateful. Thank you.
If there is anything better than eating a pie full of foraged mushrooms after a day in wild Scotland, I have yet to find it. Wishing you many more fungal constellations and rich explorations of mycelial dark matter.
Hey Caro! So lovely to find your words - I hope you are well in your life. Balance and stillness are so very important and it’s amazing what comes into your viewed space if you can enter that space. Mine is the sea. Everyday something slips into that space, like you and your river
mine is on the edge of my little three acre spot on earth, new york's north country. this little river flows north toward the st lawrence. i love to support when i can, like now.
Love hearing your voice Caroline (Caro?). This line so precious: "If we would do only one thing, with utmost sincerity, the entire Milky Way would be like a seam of chanterelles rippled in moss at our feet." I love the work of uniting Earth and Sky...Not yet writing on Substack but I will get there, and you inspire me. (I follow you on Instagram and then Dougald pointed me your way here.)
Thanks Diana, I hope you enjoy writing here when you start. There are several key quotes in the Taoist Classics stating, 'Sincerity is the whole of the Way.' Of course, these usually follow 5 pages of arcane instructions... But joking aside, what I love is that whether one is inclined towards intellectual studies, physical practice, internal alchemy, hearty simplicity, or a mixture of these, that they can all be ways to become one with the Tao.
Dougald is a most excellent person; I am very lucky with my friends and colleagues.
Hi Caroline, came to your page following Paul Kingsnorth's recommendation. Thus this is the first piece of yours I have read and I realy enjoyed it. Your description of the river reminds me of Herman Hesse's Siddartha and how he finally found enlightenment watching and listening to a river and I am sure there is great truth in what you say. Will now look online to see your art and look forward to your further posts.
PS Love the word 'Hubriscene' - if that is yours then a tip of the hat to you!!
ah yes, so many ways to think without words.... and i appreciate reading your words that come out of all these ways of thinking. we don’t know each other but i’ve found you on instagram and feel like you are a kindred spirit. and yes, that last sentence is just glittering. thanks for the writing.
It's funny, lately I've allowed myself to drift a little, to float above the daily chores of children and house with a little less frustration than I normally feel, when I would rather be making art or even writing again, and among the flotsam I have found your words, glittering on the surface like sundrops scattering the light and I feel lighter still, lifted by your gentle encouragement... Normandy winters weigh me down: tomorrow I will go to the sea and find a deeper release, thanks to your words here. Thank you and thanks too to Paul Kingsnorth for directing me here: blessings to all.
Your works as a breadcrumb as a blessed hint. Just this morning I found myself writing about a recent journey to wild islands in Scotland, herons that guided me while there and - truly - about the chanterelles that were casually foraged one day by a fellow traveler and turned into pie for supper. Humbled beyond measure by the cosmic timing. Hints galactic and beautifully singular, beloved Brighid. So grateful, so so grateful. Thank you.
If there is anything better than eating a pie full of foraged mushrooms after a day in wild Scotland, I have yet to find it. Wishing you many more fungal constellations and rich explorations of mycelial dark matter.
So beautiful Caro. I will stop and say hello to the river with my gaze today.
Hey Caro! So lovely to find your words - I hope you are well in your life. Balance and stillness are so very important and it’s amazing what comes into your viewed space if you can enter that space. Mine is the sea. Everyday something slips into that space, like you and your river
Hey Neil! good to hear from you, too.
i looked up and my little river was clearer to my eyes than it has been in a while. coincidence? i don't think so.
Hurray for rivers seeming a little clearer. Where is yours?
And many thanks for your subscription, it is much appreciated.
Caro.
mine is on the edge of my little three acre spot on earth, new york's north country. this little river flows north toward the st lawrence. i love to support when i can, like now.
Love hearing your voice Caroline (Caro?). This line so precious: "If we would do only one thing, with utmost sincerity, the entire Milky Way would be like a seam of chanterelles rippled in moss at our feet." I love the work of uniting Earth and Sky...Not yet writing on Substack but I will get there, and you inspire me. (I follow you on Instagram and then Dougald pointed me your way here.)
Thanks Diana, I hope you enjoy writing here when you start. There are several key quotes in the Taoist Classics stating, 'Sincerity is the whole of the Way.' Of course, these usually follow 5 pages of arcane instructions... But joking aside, what I love is that whether one is inclined towards intellectual studies, physical practice, internal alchemy, hearty simplicity, or a mixture of these, that they can all be ways to become one with the Tao.
Dougald is a most excellent person; I am very lucky with my friends and colleagues.
Hi Caroline, came to your page following Paul Kingsnorth's recommendation. Thus this is the first piece of yours I have read and I realy enjoyed it. Your description of the river reminds me of Herman Hesse's Siddartha and how he finally found enlightenment watching and listening to a river and I am sure there is great truth in what you say. Will now look online to see your art and look forward to your further posts.
PS Love the word 'Hubriscene' - if that is yours then a tip of the hat to you!!
Thank you! Yes that's my take on the current epoch, felt more real to me than 'Anthropocene'.
ah yes, so many ways to think without words.... and i appreciate reading your words that come out of all these ways of thinking. we don’t know each other but i’ve found you on instagram and feel like you are a kindred spirit. and yes, that last sentence is just glittering. thanks for the writing.
Thank you. I have seen your name on the insta! Reporting back from the valley of wordlessness is a great joy.
It's funny, lately I've allowed myself to drift a little, to float above the daily chores of children and house with a little less frustration than I normally feel, when I would rather be making art or even writing again, and among the flotsam I have found your words, glittering on the surface like sundrops scattering the light and I feel lighter still, lifted by your gentle encouragement... Normandy winters weigh me down: tomorrow I will go to the sea and find a deeper release, thanks to your words here. Thank you and thanks too to Paul Kingsnorth for directing me here: blessings to all.
Very warm greetings from the other side of the English Channel / La Manche.
great blue heron lands there shallow water cuts a cosmic rift
bird’s color the color of mudrock split -
lift long leg through to no place, no space
straight back rips and refracts
neck juncture turned
What did river rush feel like on bird feet?
sun-lacked leaves raced, skittered, hooped, grouped air
bluegill balanced through shade and ripple slip splotted skin
lick thread needle pierced silk
breathed on snow breathed on fire
windwetted moss
pigeon pigeon hawk hawk
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