A Tale of Winter Solstice

A winter scene

A change of season always feels as if it is infused with a kind of magic.

Certainly in dear old England where seasons are vivid and where historically each came with its own guiding principles for doing life for that small portion of time.

The seasons reflected the journey of the land, with our lives (traditionally) mirroring each seasons story. In that way they depicted a rhythm for life, with winter being one for retreating and resting, just as the land does.

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Amberstone Manor | Devon

Lavender borders

The weekend I spent at Amberstone Manor was a bit rogue.

In part because of the spontaneous nature in which me and my friend Hannah ended up there. It wasn’t intended. We were having a night at River Cottage HQ and were asked in a last minute frenzy to join this gathering of bloggers after we were done down on the farm. We also almost didn’t make it. Our trusty steed, Doug the landrover, seemed a bit over our night of West Country adventuring and as we wound down country lane after country lane (past witching hour and with 4% battery on our GPS to go) he slowly puttered to a standstill as we made a left turn.

Until he brilliantly breathed himself back to life, we had resigned ourselves to a shivering night in the rusty wagon by an unattractive, dangerous roadside .

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Sunrise Ceremony | Paris, France

Gathering for a sunrise ceremony

There is a war against Mother Earth. We would not have this climate crisis if humanity loved Mother Earth. That’s why our message as indigenous peoples, from the four corners of Mother Earth, is that people have to come back to the understanding of the sacredness of Mother Earth. Somehow humanity has lost its understanding of that sacredness- that female creative principle- of Mother Earth and Father Sky. It does not challenge the concepts of dominion over Mother Earth. All these concepts have been created by man as if they have so much power but Mother Earth is power, Father Sky is power and we have a world that doesn’t understand that. We give more rights to corporations, to mining companies, to oil. That’s why we are here.”

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Autumn Days

Across to Poole Harbour

‘A wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand. I think I too have known
autumn too long’

E.E Cummings

I can say with some legitimacy that E.E Cummings is one of the handful of men who have my heart. Well, handful is a bit much- we’re basically talking my Dad, my Man and then E.E. Cummings. But he is up there.

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