As I watched the light touch the trees, seeing the buds ready to burst and the tireless activity of the blue tits, I realised that my book is not just a document of a time and a place. It is an exploration of the soul’s relationship to its environment. The alienation we feel on the East Marsh is a microcosmic version of global pain, the disconnection from the natural world world that should be our greatest source of healing.
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Mid Point: Migraine and Mixed Feelings
Yesterday the sun burst through and the sky cleared to that icy blue of early spring. It was as if the sun wanted to remind us and reassure us that it is still there, doing its best.
Notes from the Quiet
You cannot separate the health of a citizen from the health of their habitat
Josie Moon 