Who wants to leave?

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Origins

Origins in timelessness
primal turquoise and tender
held by the softening sigh of
The Sound

born hearing the mothering
sustaining, nourishing seascape
of Wisdom’s womb – our first
teacher suckles, sings, balances

makes connections, blankets
secure and hums lullabies
about our shared sky – teaching
the heart to seek answer to our

eternal why. Yes, I will forever
remain bound to this
mothering sustaining
in the soul of Iona

Depth and flow
and height and breadth
and symphony of
silent music

From her I am born
to move outward
to her – and to Wisdom
I will ever return

SRM

Abundant sense

Ullswater afternoon | simon marsh

I asked him [a joyful painter I knew] how he came to be a painter. He said, ‘I liked the smell of the paint.’

Annie Dillard
The Abundance

Sometimes just a sentence can bring about a smile – and seasons and reasons from yesteryear. I was asked forty years ago, beside this very Ullswater, what had whet my appetite for photography. I quite clearly remember answering ‘the smell of the leatherette on my Kodak Box Brownie!’ Makes sense to me!

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Come and going

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photo at pixabay

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