Sometime several hundred years ago somebody walked along a path I walked on Tuesday. This is not as remarkable as my brain somehow spun it up in the moment, we walk through the eddies of other peoples’ lives all the time, but something about stone reminds me forcefully of this truth once in a while….
Category: Musing
Making trains appear
Sometimes I wonder that I am about 80% longing and 20% laziness. As I was saying last time, I am having some difficulty with this whole lockdown situation and apparently my own custom brand of handling things (somewhat badly) is some kind of weird grief for lost opportunities, as if I wouldn’t probably keep on…
Woolgathering in lockdown
It seems completely ridiculous to me in these monumentally significant and historical times that I’ve been unable to write down a single word. There are all sorts of things to say and think about but I’ve remained weirdly paralysed. I don’t mean as some agent of the preservation of history, as if someone would ever…
Seeking a muse in an oak tree.
I’ve been meaning to return to the subject of the Oak, specifically notes on the notion of an oak in Irish culture, our beloved Dair, first and foremost of the airig fedo, protected to the maximum extent of Brehon law (as documented in the Bretha Comaithchesa). I have no ability with medieval Irish, alas, so…
Complicated feelings require woods.
I have become sufficiently practiced at sloughing off whatever thing is sitting on my shoulders for a while the second I get my first eyeful of whatever the woods want to show me that day, at least for the duration of the visit. Breathe. Blow it all away, grin, and step on along to see…
What a leaf means
I have a particular fondness for skylights. I don’t have one currently at home but straight out of my office door, in my view above my computer screen, is a large, square skylight. A small batallion of very straight trees marches across the top of a high bank behind the office building itself and provide…
Wind scattered, scattered thinking
I am completely unsettled, I have spent my morning desperately trying to apply myself to my tasklist and am failing, miserably. My hope in clattering keystrokes in this direction is that I can unstick something and then get on with things, so I’m taking an early lunch. Ex hurricane Lorenzo is passing on by, thankfully…
I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore..
I’m not much given to anger, to be honest. I know a great many people who are usually pretty content with their lot and not at all given to irritation, yet alone anger. It is a very remarkable thing that that’s changing. The weird notion that we, ordinary people who voted for more Green policymaking,…
Scattered thoughts, the environment and elections
This post is likely to be as bitty and through-other as my brain currently feels. It is reasonably late on and Election Friday night and I seem to be having as much trouble catching a solid thought as I frequently have catching those annoying midges that whine uncomfortably in my face almost as soon as…
There was a sort of secretly pleased part of me relished the idea that I was part of Generation X. It sounded properly fitting to my geekish way of thinking, as if somehow we’d be the generation that might start to manifest powers, or that we would somehow work up to heralding in the kind…
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