northlight

Category: journal

Water and Sky

Monday morning, snowlight. Starlings on the wire. ~~~ I’m not the only one to be astonished by the mimicry of starlings. “Chris Watson the sound recordist captures the sounds of starlings on the…

Being Here

The first weeks of the first year of being here are all mixed up with snow and ice, with dislocation and fear of falling, with car warning lights and a broken spring all…

For Our Senses to Grow Sharper

Photography practice in my lunch-break by the harbour. Colour, pattern, light. My fingers trembling in the cold north wind. ~~~ Tuesday evening and already I am office-weary, paper tired, screen glazed over. ‘I’m…

Watching the Light

Sunrise today: 8.38am. Sunset today: 4.39pm. 8 hours of sunlight. 1 hour and 35 minutes longer than the shortest day. ~~~ Driving home at twenty past five and for the first time the…

Behind the Glass

I have been in the house all week. The combination of a dislocated shoulder and days of snow and ice have kept me on the inside, looking out, behind the glass. For once…

Away and Towards

more than ever we need people willing to pause and listen, to open their hearts to what is uncomfortable, and to hold space and attention until the new thing emerges ~ Christine Valtners…

Walking This Earth

This has been a strange and unsettling ten days in the UK. So many things are in flux, the future uncertain, huge questions being asked about politics, identity, nationality, and at the deepest…

Falling

I was half watching a programme the other night about space. The presenter was talking about gravity. One way to think about gravity, he said, is that everything in the universe is just…

Beginning Again, Again

Looking for the words to begin again. Dandelions, the blank page, and the path of an orange-tip butterfly.

A Sense of Belonging

I read something the other day that started me thinking about gratitude, and belonging. How we feel a sense of gratitude when we feel that we belong – and perhaps that we feel…