A beautiful re-making of the word sensible. Thank you. Recovering from some minor surgery, I cannot throw myself into spring gardening tasks for a few weeks, but you remind me that I can be semsible in subtle ways, ways that nourish body and soul. Ways that honor Earth's whispers, scents, textures, touch. Where raking and digging, the typical spring chores, would enthusiastically engage me in the past, this spring's invitation feels like a slowed and even richer eros affair, one that feeds heart and soul, breath and brain, rather than muscled bravado! And perhaps this kind of attentiveness may offer Earth a different kind of fertilizer too!
We are in autumn 'in my little corner of the world'. (You can sing that bit.) You are a teacher, also, James, and I learn much from you. Being sensible - how sensible! The crunch of fallen leaves, the changing colours, the evenings drawing in, a growing readiness for the smell of warming soups quietly simmering through the darker days.
Beautiful post. I'm with you on sensible. And on coming to my senses. And having my awe struck by things like birds nesting. Love very much that you put one of your best ever drawings in the woods. What a lovely practice.
Thank you for another wonderful post, James, and reflecting on the meanings of being sensible! And for the shout out for ClimateCultures. It's a pleasure to feature your piece on Rise and Fall there, and to share the film.
A beautiful re-making of the word sensible. Thank you. Recovering from some minor surgery, I cannot throw myself into spring gardening tasks for a few weeks, but you remind me that I can be semsible in subtle ways, ways that nourish body and soul. Ways that honor Earth's whispers, scents, textures, touch. Where raking and digging, the typical spring chores, would enthusiastically engage me in the past, this spring's invitation feels like a slowed and even richer eros affair, one that feeds heart and soul, breath and brain, rather than muscled bravado! And perhaps this kind of attentiveness may offer Earth a different kind of fertilizer too!
Thank you Andrea. Wishing you a swift recovery, and a slow, attentive experience of spring!
I love being sensible!
Me too!
We are in autumn 'in my little corner of the world'. (You can sing that bit.) You are a teacher, also, James, and I learn much from you. Being sensible - how sensible! The crunch of fallen leaves, the changing colours, the evenings drawing in, a growing readiness for the smell of warming soups quietly simmering through the darker days.
Thank you Barbara. Hope you enjoy your autumn.
Thanks for the link to the film. Just beautiful.
Thank you Carri
Beautiful post. I'm with you on sensible. And on coming to my senses. And having my awe struck by things like birds nesting. Love very much that you put one of your best ever drawings in the woods. What a lovely practice.
Thanks Cheryl! There will be more drawings going into the woods.
"having my awe struck" - what a lovely phrase!
Ahhhhh, peace for my heart!!!
Thank you Stephanie.
Thank you for another wonderful post, James, and reflecting on the meanings of being sensible! And for the shout out for ClimateCultures. It's a pleasure to feature your piece on Rise and Fall there, and to share the film.