What time is it? “When Hafiz plays his lute, My notes ascend into the air and form Infinite blue crystals That will move on the wind’s breath For hundreds of years As my sacred debris As the divine dust Rising as a gift from my Singing bones.” From “The Subject Tonight is Love, 60 Wild […]
Willow Catkins A week of spring sunshine (with sharp, cold air at times), and this tree has been glowing yellow all week – just 100 metres from my window. Spring comes… the annual promise of renewal and growth. So it is with the tide of humanity, new shoots, at first un-noticed, then a gathering bloom. […]
