After a week in the country, the forms and textures of rural Devon’s treescape continue to shape my personal skyline, shelter my perceptions, shadow and curl around my thoughts.
Rooks have long made their nests in the trees around Gaia House. Their hoarse calling punctuates the silence of meditation, but no longer breaks it, I find, after so many hours spent sitting in their company.
1 comment:
how wonderful to have you back, and bringing such beauty. My heart leaps up!
A familiar tree line is a deeply comforting thing.
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