"... just where your grandmother left them for you." This has gone straight to my heart and a tide of emotion rises and spills from my eyes. I will have to go for a walk and find out why.
Caroline, I love reading your work, following the trail right through, and also I love saving up the audios to listen to in long sequences, like a dark, and shining, river as the little boat of my listening glimpses wonders. Beautiful. Thank you.
The dark night sky is the promise of renewal, the counterpoint to an inflammation of ego, the cure for an addiction to personal success. Such scale offers us true proportion. Out of the void, the compost of the universe, tumbles stars and wormholes, churning, silence, grandeur. The oracles here are told in stories (and hundreds have already been written down) by every single culture that has ever lived.
"... just where your grandmother left them for you." This has gone straight to my heart and a tide of emotion rises and spills from my eyes. I will have to go for a walk and find out why.
Beautiful. I came home from the seaside where there were many walks, but can’t wait to take more with the music of this in my ears.
Caroline, I love reading your work, following the trail right through, and also I love saving up the audios to listen to in long sequences, like a dark, and shining, river as the little boat of my listening glimpses wonders. Beautiful. Thank you.
I really like saving up the audios of some favourite writers here too, particularly Sharon Blackie, Adam Wilson, Dougald Hine and David Knowles.
I just love this post. This in particular:
The dark night sky is the promise of renewal, the counterpoint to an inflammation of ego, the cure for an addiction to personal success. Such scale offers us true proportion. Out of the void, the compost of the universe, tumbles stars and wormholes, churning, silence, grandeur. The oracles here are told in stories (and hundreds have already been written down) by every single culture that has ever lived.