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Another beautiful piece, and thank you so much for introducing me to this gorgeous poem by Norman MacCaig. I'm off to discover more!

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I absolutely love this!

"Amongst the bracken there are gorse thickets, shallow quarries, patches of drenched ground with fans of sedge. All of them have their own shape and the eye gets to recognise them over time. Though they seem uniform to a stranger, they slowly become familiar. Walking in mist is not a problem as the landmarks are at your feet. You know the shape of things."

This is very much what I'm trying to do where I live now, smack bang in the middle of the North Pennines. The landscape here I'm inclined to call bleak - I grew up around trees and there are very few here, just miles of moorland. But attuning to its subtleties is an act of meditation, devotion, learning to fit in and to be.

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I’m so glad to have discovered Into the Deep Woods. The writing is so provocative without trying too hard, your voice authentic, engaging. I think we have a lot in common, though I’m on the other side of the pond where I often hideaway in the deep woods of Adirondack mountains to write.

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I’m really enjoying your gentle and solid writing - thanks for sharing your ideas so positively- the day is better for them!

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Beautiful evocation of your (newish) place. Wonderful poem too, what metaphors!

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I felt present in your words. Loved the piece and Norman MacCaig a particular fav poet of mine and Assynt a mesmeric place......thanks for the reminder of both James

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This was wonderful. Your description of the mist, pure magic!

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