There is no silence so deep and intense and healing as that on a small ocean island at night.
The wind finally dropped.
No traffic, the ocean calm at mid tide....no human sounds,, simply a total silence that is far far more than the absence of sound... a soft warm blanket..... a safe protective space.
Peace... and darkness.... The only lights if you walk outside are the lighthouses, buoys, markers of harbours and piers. each has its individual coded signal of flashes for navigation.
But no street lights, and from here late on no house lights.
A peace and darkness that heal as deep sleep does.
Calmer at last and milder. Even some small sunny times... drinking in the freedom from the incessant din!
Birdsong is getting louder and more vivid. Johnny one note and the skylark rising, The sparrows who nested in the stone wall by my door last year and were utterly outraged at my presence, are coming back . I am aware of being watched....
And seedlings are out in one of the big plastic crates from market years. Peas, broad beans, sweet peas.. strong and sturdy and easy to carry in if frost threatens
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Many years ago a dear friend, an nun, said. "Whenever I see a daisy I want to worship." When I see daisies, I remember her. Sma... -
The days fly by in a pageant of summer weather and summer activities.. Varied cloud and sun; a huge orange moon smiling ..... unusual birds ... -
Wind chill and my habitual early rising catches the legacy of night cold, Light soon after six am, but the walk today was a wind laced one...
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