The tree outside my window is telling me about the wind. Its branches have been bared by the winter cold, and so it is silent now as gales stir it. But still I can hear knots in the way it moves. For those of you not here yesterday, I wrote about listening to the sky. Today, the conversation between us is lovely, wild - and yet, my hands and heart are poised a little unsteadily over my writing. The weight of things that might be told - the pages that might be written, but only if I do it - can be daunting. So I'm taking a little break to write the ordinary of my weblog.
It's Friday here at the edge of the world, which means sharing a few of my favourite finds ...
What was your name back through time? My 1920s name would have been Clyde!
Lamentation by A Mermaid in the Attic. I've shared this before but it's worth a repeat link.
Also, I am listening to Enya, although it is deeply uncool to do so. (I began enjoying her, and Clannad, long before they were popular, so perhaps that makes me a kind of retrograde cool?) Some of her music sounds like the wild, lonely places in my part of the world.
This article on a new resistant virus.
Are you an ugly ducking? by Laura Grace Weldon.
Bringing the sacred back into the world.
Melissa Wiley discusses teaching children to read.
I can't think of a description for this photograph except saudade. It was taken by Kim of Wildthorne.
I hope you all are having a beautiful day.
(Sharing with Kim Klassen's community)