so lonely in this polished world moorhens clicking in the reeds on Linlithgow Loch
two starlings the feeder swings round and around
how I got here –
the cry of oystercatchers
silhouettes of trees before moonrise the hoot of an owl
swallows’ silence the autumn moon
sunlight on water the slow turn of a lotus flower Even in the hills, the pure stickiness of this afternoon: a trickle of sweat, so many clouds of flies, the pool at the centre of the garden the splashing of a blackbird. Samye Ling, August 2013
There’s an hour before the sun goes down. A cloudy evening but from the shore at Tarskavaig I know the light will fade against the backdrop of the Cuillins, with Rum stretching out on the horizon. It’s a fifteen minute drive, the narrow road up over the moor, no other traffic tonight, pausing only in […]
A captured moment of wonder, working in the garden and listening to the winter birds.
A captured moment of wonder, noticing the birds in the garden.
A captured moment of wonder: driving home and seeing an owl.