the woods reek of rot, of fungus, to speak of solemn loss autumn is afoot, not quite, but certainly tickling at the toes i am nimble amongst the cautious quiet of the morning having rummaged deep in the wardrobe for todays costume, vintage 2013! nut season… conkers with their whorled grain and rich lustrous mahoganny sheen hazlenuts startled, fresh from the preposterous, baroque lace of their casing yada yada! ….. grappled with flu, some work, equinox boogie and sacred stroll, lots of hanging out with friends and family! been pleasant snaps from this morning and a jaunt to batemans with daughter x
Chalk… crushed skeletons, the weight of forever! morning light, the sun washed white through the milk murk up on the cliffs at castle hill, this weeks theme the swathes of hawthorn berries, scarlet as flame jacaranda ‘blobbed’ blackberries, the best a yogic stretch out of reach later, down on the beach after a swim… ‘ALbion alBIon albiON’ rembering the chant from the football, that ebbed and flowed like waves Albion is, of course, an ancient name for Britain, from at least Romano Celt times, derived from a word for white, most likely due to the cliffs of the south east tho nowadays more familiar through the prism, the mythology of Blake, for whom Albion was a giant and THE primeaval man i can imagine a merchant from the low countries, his boat down laden with coloured glass, pewter plates, sails restless in the breeze, grey sky overhead, grey swell of sea, brood beneath the boat lifts up, a rent in the clouds, blue sky, and there… look … majestic towering cliffs gleaming, crown chakra white, this enchanted, shining land
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word froth aside, i’ve been loving this late burst of sunshine, swan song of a reluctant summer, was a busy august with festies, adventures in devon etc tuesday went with daughter up atop of the seven sisters, then yesterday a pedal with son up seaford head (autocorrect always wants to say ‘seafood’)! feasting on marrows from the garden (forgotten courgettes!), tomatoes and errm rotton apple juice! be cider sea side (kids.. mostly.. obvs reluctant to be in facebook snaps)
gorge on courgettes, man and his marrows… tomatoes refusing to ripen, understandable, soggy drek day yawn, slightly sleepy… tons o’fun stuff 10 days at buddhafield, daughters graduation! xx
RIP, had almost forgotten this fabulous song
Nat: Ahh didn’t see you at buddhafield!
Shame! A familiar tale, what with the bonkers weather, so many old friends glimpsed but briefly across the field… but, ha, a glut of glorious connection and hugs galore… So can’t REALLY grumble… Hope yours was a good un xx
