On my little patch of land I am in the process of rooting: from the soil Ph, heavy clay and sandstone bedrock through the grasses, plants and fungi to the hedges and oaks and all the creatures that live here. It is a muddy, weatherworn, listening and opening process and my ashes will one day be scattered here. We guard this place for the future and it feel profoundly grateful for the privilege.
On my little patch of land I am in the process of rooting: from the soil Ph, heavy clay and sandstone bedrock through the grasses, plants and fungi to the hedges and oaks and all the creatures that live here. It is a muddy, weatherworn, listening and opening process and my ashes will one day be scattered here. We guard this place for the future and it feel profoundly grateful for the privilege.
I’ve only just caught up with this. Thank you 🙏🏻 just what I needed to hear this morning