Thanks for the reminder, Carey. The black, black humour and the whole of it pivoting around the faintest pause. Good heavens, the endless long rocky road that must be travelled if we ever want to one day write something that will last :-)
A twisted skiff..... love this piece .. I will be reading it over a few more times as certain lines jump out and capture my heart. (I love the water, boating , and writing/reading) I listened to the fox audio... oh my, I will definitely listen to the other 2 in the coming days. So yes, please ....to recording more of your written pieces. It is a beautiful rich listening experience when an author reads their own work. Time slows down and you take me on a visual journey.. I feel like I am right there with the fox....Deeply appreciate your work and chosen subjects. Shine on!!
“Sometimes, when she is distracted by stars, her feet still set off of their own accord down the ancestral path, reciting and reinterpreting the land-poem of her kin, line by line, step by step.”
The poetry of metaphor. the “twisted wooden skiff’ Words unwillingly put asunder taking on a life of their own. The whole story takes on a life of its own.
And especially this line~
“…so complex that they would make the ancient bards weep.”
Thanks, Janisse, that is kind. I don't know how you find the time to read my odds and ends with all the work you do for other writers. But glad you do :-)
Heartbreaking, David, and rightly so. We must sing new songs. We must, or we are lost. This is one of the many labours for us at this time We must learn again, and in a new way, to sing the land we live in.
I really liked your readings, David - you have a lovely voice, and how am I somehow not surprised that you also read so beautifully? Yes, more, please! And thank you for the latest article. Your writings are all gems.
Thanks for reading again, and listening, Theresa. I'm glad you enjoyed the audio - its more of a challenge than I'd thought :-) I'll do some more soon, and with new posts from now on.
I did some ( a lot of!) readings for a client once - I agree, it's not easy, and actually very tiring. Hence even more respect and appreciation for your beautiful renderings.
It is so difficult to bear witness to the ongoing, unrecognized loss of wild homes. As Aldo Leopold wrote, "One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds." Only you are not alone with your sadness; we feel it, too. xo
Thanks again, Anne. I’ll practise a bit more and see if I can bring some more words to life :-) I listened to yours just now and loved the careful strides along the path.
David, I so look forward to your pieces. They feel comfortable to me and I suspect you might have visited my little forest spot in my backyard in Pennsylvania! But aren’t all places in our hearts as one? I’m the vixen and the observer both. And I take that thought with me as I go about my day...
Thanks so much. I was loving the image of an iceberg of writing conjured up by your mention of 'the kind of words that people never see' in your journal. Huge expanses of ice below the surface, holding just and only the right words up into sight. I think that is a lovely way to be.
Ahhh... lovely!! Keep reading. I felt I had entered the forest and through its green canopy came the comforting voice of Gandolf speaking to his beloved Hobbits Thank you! Jennifer
I mean it. I had the thrill of once again being back into a world of charm and beauty. Your reading had a pace and rhythm that allowed me to dwell in a long ago world of grace and spaciousness. I was surprised!
Ahhh. You did it again. My heart aches with the beauty of it.
Thanks for coming back for another look, Heather. Familiar faces are such a spur :-)
It’s my privilege to read your beautiful words. I’m glad if I can help. Take good care!
I love your reading! Please do more. And this piece about the vixen touches my heart.
Thanks for reading and listening, Evelyn. I'll have a go at some more and see if I can make them fly :-)
Beautiful words. Thank you. Calls to mind, Brecht’s “In the dark times
Will there also be singing?
Yes, there will also be singing.
About the dark times.”
Thanks for the reminder, Carey. The black, black humour and the whole of it pivoting around the faintest pause. Good heavens, the endless long rocky road that must be travelled if we ever want to one day write something that will last :-)
I am undone.
Thanks for reading, Sherry. What a wonderful old idiom, just a whole night sky of connotation in three words :-)
A twisted skiff..... love this piece .. I will be reading it over a few more times as certain lines jump out and capture my heart. (I love the water, boating , and writing/reading) I listened to the fox audio... oh my, I will definitely listen to the other 2 in the coming days. So yes, please ....to recording more of your written pieces. It is a beautiful rich listening experience when an author reads their own work. Time slows down and you take me on a visual journey.. I feel like I am right there with the fox....Deeply appreciate your work and chosen subjects. Shine on!!
Thanks, Katherine, that's very kind of you. I'll do my best to bring some other bits and pieces to life :-)
“Sometimes, when she is distracted by stars, her feet still set off of their own accord down the ancestral path, reciting and reinterpreting the land-poem of her kin, line by line, step by step.”
The poetry of metaphor. the “twisted wooden skiff’ Words unwillingly put asunder taking on a life of their own. The whole story takes on a life of its own.
And especially this line~
“…so complex that they would make the ancient bards weep.”
Sorrow and Beauty. It is a gorgeous story.
Hello again, and thanks again. Words do wrestle their own way in :-)
So mournful. Thank you for this incredibly beautiful writing.
Thanks, Janisse, that is kind. I don't know how you find the time to read my odds and ends with all the work you do for other writers. But glad you do :-)
Heartbreaking, David, and rightly so. We must sing new songs. We must, or we are lost. This is one of the many labours for us at this time We must learn again, and in a new way, to sing the land we live in.
Hi again, Laurie. Yes, you have it there. Singing the land with all our heart.
I really liked your readings, David - you have a lovely voice, and how am I somehow not surprised that you also read so beautifully? Yes, more, please! And thank you for the latest article. Your writings are all gems.
Thanks for reading again, and listening, Theresa. I'm glad you enjoyed the audio - its more of a challenge than I'd thought :-) I'll do some more soon, and with new posts from now on.
I did some ( a lot of!) readings for a client once - I agree, it's not easy, and actually very tiring. Hence even more respect and appreciation for your beautiful renderings.
It is so difficult to bear witness to the ongoing, unrecognized loss of wild homes. As Aldo Leopold wrote, "One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds." Only you are not alone with your sadness; we feel it, too. xo
Dear Carmine, kind and wise.
No words David… I think you know already.
I am saving this as a treat while I walk in solitude next time - I know those recordings will beguile…🙏🏽
Hi Susie. There you are. This gets more and more like a village. The sort you always wanted to live in :-)
Yes yes, I am just… out of breath with end of term mayhem and running late with everything… three weeks to go!
I couldn’t agree more David, in fact I was just saying something very similar.
Incredibly moving, the way you/the vixen embody these song-lines and the grief of their loss, thank you! And another vote here for more voiceovers 👌
Thanks again, Anne. I’ll practise a bit more and see if I can bring some more words to life :-) I listened to yours just now and loved the careful strides along the path.
Thank you David, I’m honored!
David, I so look forward to your pieces. They feel comfortable to me and I suspect you might have visited my little forest spot in my backyard in Pennsylvania! But aren’t all places in our hearts as one? I’m the vixen and the observer both. And I take that thought with me as I go about my day...
Thanks, I’m glad you find the connection across the miles. All under the same night sky :-)
I don't have adequate words so will instead leave my gratitude, once again, for yours. Thank you, David. Just so beautiful.
Thanks so much. I was loving the image of an iceberg of writing conjured up by your mention of 'the kind of words that people never see' in your journal. Huge expanses of ice below the surface, holding just and only the right words up into sight. I think that is a lovely way to be.
Ahhh... lovely!! Keep reading. I felt I had entered the forest and through its green canopy came the comforting voice of Gandolf speaking to his beloved Hobbits Thank you! Jennifer
Heavens, what lovely thing to say. Thank you.
I mean it. I had the thrill of once again being back into a world of charm and beauty. Your reading had a pace and rhythm that allowed me to dwell in a long ago world of grace and spaciousness. I was surprised!
Beauty in every word as always. Thank you
Thanks for being there again, Ambermoggie. Familiar faces in this big wide virtual world. Its more like a village every time :-)