Ruth Ander
@ruthander
Ruth Ander
@ruthander
When I left Lewis, I wondered whether I’d ever again fall so deeply into the dreaming of any other land. Whether I’d ever feel myself so keenly to be a part of its stories, a member of its dreaming community. Though there has never been for me another relationship as profound as my relationship with the land on Lewis, moving to Donegal showed me th
... See moreYielding to Land¹ is a rigorous art. To make yourself soft to a hard place is to open something akin to opening a faery-door - not some pretty fabrication glued to a tree by a well-meaning parent - but a gaping cave mouth in reality. There is darkness in there and the possibility of madness beside the real prize, wisdom. There is also a price to pa
... See moreI am filled with love,
As a great tree the wind,
As a sponge with the ocean,
As a great life with suffering,
As time with death
Anna Swir
Bugger, innit?
Jean
You really, really, really don’t know when a given event is, or isn’t, for the best. If this falls into the category of “too soon”, by all means file it away for later. But it’s true all the same: you can’t know what effect present-day events will have in the long run, and it’s to ignore your status as a limited human being to imagine you ever coul
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Jean
The antidote to all of this, in the broadest terms, is more reality, more immersion in the finite here and now: more writing on paper; more gathering in person and in public; more looking strangers in the eye; more scruffy hospitality; more queueing for the supermarket checkout that’s staffed by a human, if there even is one; more feeling the weath
... See moreA regenerative practice: recognise which way you are facing, learn where the light is coming from and how you are oriented in relation to it. Not for monetary gain, not as a game, but as an act of planetary alignment. Solidarity with the cosmos, if you like. Which way are you facing now? At the shop checkout later, where is north? Don’t check a dev
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