Every sound
has a home
from which it has come
to us
and a door
through which it is going
again,
out into the world
to make another home.David Whyte
from The Winter of Listening
River Flow, New and Selected Poems
Come and going
Betwixt Lakeland & Edinburgh
wind in my wheels 🌱 
Sitting outside pre-dawn, and hearing the night sounds in a whole new way…xx
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Lovely vision … I hope you can hear a transatlantic greeting .. xx
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My current favorite is the owl that talks in the late evening or early morning in the woods behind the house. So mournful….
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Aren’t they? Perhaps it’s just owl-poetry that sounds a bit sad? xx
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