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Tira and the bees

This post is long, but I make no apologies for that. Some things are too important, and too epic, to contain in a pithy article. Indeed, this is a very different blog post to my normal offering. But there is story here, and beauty, and so I suggest that you settle in, with a long […]

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Breathe

Breathe. Paying attention to the whole body, reaching and opening. Breathe, and the world breathes with you. Each breath that enters you is the world breathing in to you. Each inhalation has been exhaled and inhaled; warmed and changed by its passage through the lungs or gills or cells of another a thousand times. Breathe,

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For the love of a planet

It’s all about perspective, in the end. Uma tells a version of the Hindu epic Ramayana that I love…it often brings me to tears. It’s essentially Sita’s story, rather than Ram’s. The story goes that a royal couple, blessed in many ways but not with children; prayed and made offering after offering to the gods

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Here be dragons…

Here be dragons. There are edges and centres, known and unknown spaces to this map. There are braided desire paths, and wild, deep forests, and high walls and highways. There are clustered homes and circled wagons and there are gateways and gatekeepers. There are feuding tribes and border disputes and common land. There are strange

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Tidying up

As the new website is getting its last little tidying up, it’s time to share the last little bits from my old ‘Changeling’ creative website. A few pretty pictures, and one short text. The next time I post, hopefully it’ll all look different around here. [We’ve transfered this blog archive to the new site wholesale]

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Summer’s End

They say that those who do not know their history are bound to repeat it. I say bring it on. Time is not an arrow or an unfolding road, ever relentless, ever marching onwards. Time soars in loops and spirals and endless waves, like the true, delighted flight of crows on the wind. Time, like

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Other Voices

Pulled between the high energy of summer, just a week from the solstice; and yet also slipping into the deep cool darkness of my first bleeding day, today I feel stretched thin, worn and delicate as an old shawl. My breath is long, slow, and filled with silences. So, today, I have three other voices

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