On Christmas Day, I went to sit with Kairos. On the way through, I saw two muntjacs and while sitting there I watched a squirrel gathering leaves. The long-tailed tits flew through, foraging on their way. A red kite circled just above the tops of the trees.
It was cloudy. Very grey. Dark and sombre under the trees. I found myself focusing on decaying wood... and on this fallen branch saw a perfect example of a badger scratch!
The colours, those lichen greens and russet leaves, there's a feel of age, of decay, of mystery too. Something of an underwater vibe in those turquoise tints and seaweed hues. (Who knew how much seaweed farming goes on?? I just had a quick search - the prompt came from a book by the philosopher Eva Meijer, in which she refers to an artist, Miek Zwamborm.)
Anyway, while I sat with Kairos, I was thinking, as ever, about what is good: what I should do? The tree said, "Anything that teaches you to love the world more, do it. Anything that expresses your love for the world, do it."
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