in the star-stained forest

The days have become hot and inescapably humid. I sit before the half-done loom of stories and try to breathe. Sometimes I can open the door to rain, moonlight, the exhalation of the sea. Sometimes I can smell forest in the air, and luminesence of what people call stars but I don't know - stars, planets, suns, I'm still not sure. I love how science can tinker with our bodies and our machinery, but its such a small thing to measure the sky, the inner skies, the forest and all its dark and light.

But I digress. Which I have been doing alot lately. Words constantly rambling away from the humid heart of things. Words clattering and tangling in a kind of silence. Now and again I remember - hush is more powerful and evocative than any sound.

Here are some things I have found and enjoyed this week.

On instagram, Andy Alexandre and Susan Tuttle. Today's post photograph is by Andy and can also be found in my collection of pictures which evoke for me the wild god of storms and soft love, wild love, breathing.

Are we born into trauma?

How does an introvert make a phone call?

Morven Telling describes life in a refugee camp.

Enya has a new album.

These wonderful stories by Susan Chambers.

I hope you have a beautiful day.