Whispering…
I am of for a few days then so the blog will be quiet for a week or so…
I leave you with this old poem from my book ‘Listing’. It seemed appropriate!
A time to be silent
There is a time for all things under heaven
A time for marram grass to move
In gentle air
And for the dying sun
To turn all green things gold
To alchemise the evening
Into a luminal place
On the twilit edge
Between here
And there
A time when the last call of the curlew
Will echo away over the dimming mountains
And the stillness is itself
Whispering
A time for this day
To silence
The soul
Fantastic image !! Blessings for your journey Chris- both the inner and the outer one.
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