April 26th, 2020

speaker, consultant, coach

Quote of the day

Photo by Ken Cheung on Unsplash
Photo by Ken Cheung on Unsplash

“The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”


Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry

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My superpower

South Brent, April 2020
South Brent, April 2020
How I go to the woods

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”

Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

Good morning.

It's early — real early for a Sunday. I'm in the groove again — lucky ol' me, eh!

The coffee is poured. Sadly, it's not my normal brew but it's OK for now. 

And I've got some nice music playing through my headphones — the ones they gave me from work with brilliant noise cancellation. 

What could be more perfect?

Well actually, and I know I'm truly blessed, my walk in and with nature, which routinely happens at around 7 am or sometimes a bit earlier, depending on how much time I spend online and then stretching and exercising in the lounge.

I'll say it again. I'm blessed to live where I live. In fact, I'm lucky as hell; but then again, I did make the choice to move to Devon in August 1992. I could have stayed in London working but it didn't feel right on so many levels. (I'm not sure it ever did.)

I suppose then, at heart, I'm a country bumpkin. 

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