This is me. This is the bay I live by. These mountains are the east wall of the fjord that holds the island that I live on. Years ago a well known islander gave me the advice about living here that, if I’m in it for the long haul, I would need to develop a practice of witnessing. In the ten+ years I have lived here a lot has changed and I’m finally beginning to realize what that role of witness means. There is a sharp division here between private and public, growing sharper every year. I believe that the …
After twelve days on the road followed by a further day of work at home and battling a flu I finally have a day off. This morning the wind is gusting off the sea and it’s dry. The forest is drying out, kinglets and sparrows flitting around and eagles are being chased by the crows who are trying to nest in peace. I feel the same way. Letting all that soaked through me just drain out. Watching an afternoon scooter match between Manchester United and Blackburn, drinking tea and smoothies and walking in the woods with my beloved. I’ll have …