cosmic rite of passage

clockwork world


Our universe in perpetual motion, as we, in our turn, are rotating through this precious Vernal Equinox. 




On the last day of winter, in our boreal world, we enjoyed 12 hours and 2 min of precious light. The Island bathed in winter tones on its last day… So I went off and wandered, as freely as the wind.
And I admired the vastness of our ocean, sky and imagined the other stars that need to wait for dusk and night to shine, reflect light from our sun.
Under my feet, the ground was still waterclogged with those recent days of rain. Moss traps our precious liquid so exquisitely.


And then came night, mother of transition.


That supermoon, our Full Worm Moon, rose at around 1830 [GMT] and shone through thick layers of clouds… Luna’s power felt so immense, I watched those clouds traveling at moonlight speed and remembered how gravity, this universal force that binds us all together, keeps us in one place whilst our planet waltzes around our star at something like 6,000 mph. That put my heart back in perspective! As night progressed, our atmosphere turned a pea soup, so I abandoned my moon watch and yield to the call of Dreamtime… 

Spring Day on the 60th Parallel



Today, Sunday, Spring Day, began with light and hissing wind. Spring Day, Spring clean, as the wind sweeps the final remnants of darkness… At last, we glide though Equinox! The wind feels cold and gusts like mad, but it stays dry and I don’t mind! So I knotted my prayer flags to my washing line and communed with the world this way.


 For all the peoples, who face the harm from the artificial world, and those who face adversity in the light of natural disasters, those prayer flags float in the wind for you.
Too often our ruling classes want us to forget that we live in an amazing world that is living as we are. 

haiku de transition 

Winter’s last day –
skylarks still wait in starting blocks,
as winds still skelp ocean & land.
#geopoetics

Door on the world –
listen to the wind through the wood,
winter has come off its hinges.
#geopoetics


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