As the blackbird’s sing their final songs of summer, I thought I’d share some words that emerged as I sat listening to their song; an imagined journey to a time when blackbird’s sing no more – it could form an epilogue to A Blackbird’s Year. Back to looking at recent nature connection research for the next post.
Resting beneath a birch tree, swifts above cut thoughts free to float with them in azure skies, rising to a place only present of mind. The dance of the wind shaped progress to a veteran oak, and from within a blackcap sang as a blackbird wired by. I circled its trunk one thousand times; with each circuit, a new angle of light described it, and by the end of the day that tree’s form was known. Continue reading