Where streams and wild rivers meet. And mingle with the salted tides. It gathers all the water to it. This earth-body of antlered thoughts,. Tumbling with stones and salmon toward the sea,. The rivers of the Earth move through me. I am thinking of water.

What is Feral Poetry? Psychology of a Poem. Thursday, 13 June 2013. Written during the Taurus Moon. Caught by the gods,. By the tingle of power. Rippling aflame down my neural spine. And up again, wildfire in my mind. This thunder drums and drums. A trance, pronouncement of doom, judgment come. I crouch under the trees,. Their bodies wracked by wind,. The sinew of their bark stretching, creaking, cracking. Entreats in the soil and slime,.

Sunday, 25 March 2018. Nearly the end of March. March has been a cold and dry month, but without snow. The east wind is a drying wind, so the fields look very brown. At this time of year we need the grass to be growing so that there is adequate nutrition for the ewes. We are in the middle of applying for a grant from the Government to support 5 years of environmental management. This scheme is called AECS - Agri-Environment Climate Scheme. There have been some clear skie.

The Owl and The Pussy Cat. And here is some of the wonderful Flora and Fauna we saw.

Nature writing for the ecological crisis. Inside the house, the cat lounged on her shelf above the radiator, stretching out to catch as much of the rising heat as she could, looking lazily out of the window, only the tip of her tail aroused at the sight of a bird. But Elizabeth was more alert, Look at that big black bird, she said. Tags Nature Writing; Crow; Winter. The New Citizenship Project Blog.

Could Have Made Do With Less. Samuel Beckett writing in January 1952 about Waiting for Godo. T At this time it had not been staged. I do wish writers took this line rather than assuming they have any unique insight into the meaning of what they write. I find this passage so refreshing and beautiful. I know no more about the play than anyone who manages to read it attentively. I do not know in what spirit I wrote it. I am no longer par.

Life after loss; healing through creativity, writing and art. My life at the moment. Each day a few blog posts shuffle through my mind, some fully formed, some in fragments of ideas, phrases, images. Apart from the loo and the tea obviously.

Exploring inspiration and the craft of poetry. Monday, 3 August 2015. Friday, 3 July 2015. Keeping the Channel of Creativity Open - Martha Graham. Practice means to perform over and over again in the face of all obstacles, some act of vision, of faith, of desire. Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.

Sunday, 10 May 2015. This driftwood sculpture on Branscombe Beach in East Devon yesterday . The dog likes it too . Looking very small from the path through the undercliff. And here are some crocheted tree decorations I came across in a local wood a few weeks ago. Sunday, 29 March 2015. The next picture is .

Ecological writing between ocean and land. Coral at anchor in Derrynane Harbour. Is an account of this first voyage from the south coast of England, across the Celtic Sea to Ireland, round the Blasket Islands and Skellig Rocks and back home. Is published in 2014 by Vala Publishing Cooperative www.