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Flow – Perfect Moments

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I used to love running. I *really* loved running. Before illness limited what I could do physically, I ran every day and competed in road and fell races. One of the best feelings I’ve ever had in life is the feeling of ‘flow’ while running. When it was going really well, and I was very fit, I’d be running at a good pace for long periods of time, but with an ecstatic feeling of effortlessness, of harmoniousness. I miss that feeling. And when I think back to a ‘perfect moment’ that moment was while running. What happened was seemingly inconsequential and trivial – but I was totally 'in the zone'. I was living in Portugal and out running. I ran towards a football pitch with a game in progress and a very high fence to stop balls going onto the road. I was running well and ‘flowing’ already. Someone kicked a ball up high and it was clearly going to go over the fence. I could see from some way off that my direction of travel and the bottom of the ball’s trajectory would coincide. A…

Poem of Shadows

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a tree wrote the poem
of shadows, other trees read it;
people couldn't

Life is great!

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This a lot of life - where did it come from?
I sometimes find it instructive to look at an area and think what it would like without the living things. In short it would look similar to the dead, rocky surface of the moon.

Life has bestowed upon this, would be, barren surface a green cloak of living organisms. The breathing, growing, reproducing, eating, feeding, singing, scurrying, flying, flowering, beautiful exuberance – that is nature...

…and it all originates in space. Green plants trap the sun’s energy by photosynthesis allowing living things to rearrange atoms on the earth into living structures. These atoms ultimately originated in “The Belly of a Star” - almost every element on Earth was formed at the heart of a star.

I put a video explaining this process in a previous post Wren Song an Echo of the big bang

How were these numbers arrived at?


Birds
I know the numbers of birds on the patch more accurately than any other group as I’ve counted them! So I can say with a reasonable…

Four Haikus

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the morning is cut from tissue, dipped first in mist then laid down in strips







fishing boat moon hauls in the catch, silver bellies
last remnants of day









the dawn wasn't sure it was beautiful; the world
held up a mirror









the spider makes a
harp of the morning and plays
a song of sunlight