Perfect. The totality of nature. The everyday and mundane becoming sacred and rare. I’ve wondered at the dawn chorus with similar mind-games this spring: it is quieter than usual, so I’ve pondered what if the glory days of spring singing are behind us, and the English dawn chorus becomes a rare event? I felt bereft at the thought but immediately wondered if I had paid it enough attention whilst it was there. It’s a salutary lesson to pay attention to it all. Revel in it all. Write it, share it all. As I said, perfect writing and a call to action for me.
Perfect. The totality of nature. The everyday and mundane becoming sacred and rare. I’ve wondered at the dawn chorus with similar mind-games this spring: it is quieter than usual, so I’ve pondered what if the glory days of spring singing are behind us, and the English dawn chorus becomes a rare event? I felt bereft at the thought but immediately wondered if I had paid it enough attention whilst it was there. It’s a salutary lesson to pay attention to it all. Revel in it all. Write it, share it all. As I said, perfect writing and a call to action for me.