Bug Life

I’ve finally reached day 365 of 365 Days Wild! I finished the year’s challenge to connect with nature every day, with a big hunt in the meadow. … More Bug Life

Beneath Cloudy Skies

On day 358 of 365 Days Wild I wandered along newly mpown meadow paths beneath cloudy skies. The sky was sullen and overcast, and a strong, chilly wind blew, but I wandered the new paths with a sense that summer was finally growing near. Flowers have started to bloom all around the meadow, and the … More Beneath Cloudy Skies

Chill May Sunlight

On day 338 of 365 Days Wild I wandered out in the early evening sunshine. It might have looked like a beautiful May day, but appearances can be deceptive. The day had been characterised by chill winds and punctuated by sleet showers. It felt more like January than May. When the clouds parted, the light … More Chill May Sunlight

Spring Flourish

On day 303 of 365 Days Wild I wandered down to the Nature Project to see what new flowers, encouraged by the warm Spring sunlight, were appearing in the meadow. I was not disappointed. The first things I spotted were the cowslips. These are popping up all around the meadow. A few years ago there … More Spring Flourish

Keys

the keys to lessons of yesteryear hang illuminated in the light of a youthful sun that grows in strength with each day’s passing, embracing discovery with the eager inquisition of generations advancing into fresh avenues of growth: for old ways yet cling on, shining beacons of both the wisdom of age and the fragility of … More Keys

In the Lull

Day 209 of 365 Days Wild fell in the lull between Christmas Day and New Year. I felt the need to both burn off a few of my seasonal overindulgences and to reconnect with the rhythms of nature, so I took a walk down to the meadow. … More In the Lull

Droplets

embodiments of spirit, aglow
as dawn light encapsulated
in delicate spheres; a fragile
beauty so easily broken, so
easily lost: handle with care … More Droplets

Awaiting Amity

a solitary figure, she stands: wild spirit encapsulated in a flair of individuality, greater for her innovation; lonely all the same – she awaits amity This single, lonely flower stem stands at the meadow’s heart. It is Greater Knapweed (Centaurea Scabiosa), the more flamboyant cousin of the Common Knapweed that dominates the NW end of … More Awaiting Amity

Illumination

follow a trail of sunbeams
into the veiling mist of lies
and deception that seeks
to obscure each ancient
truth held sacred within
ancestral bones; watch
in awe as full illumination
is achieved, revealing an
existence alight with joy … More Illumination

October Meadow

frost retreats in wreathing mists as autumnal rays cascade over twisting paths, telling Winter ‘it is not yet your time: sunlight still holds sway,’ but soon… soon those darker days will arrive bringing long nights of crystalline clarity when dreams marinate, encased in Earth’s protective womb, awaiting the burgeoning warmth of Spring, but for now… now is the time of … More October Meadow

Meadow Song

Stop and take a seat beside the sun dappled path, and watch as the flowers sway in the warm spring breeze. See, as they dance to the meadow’s unique melody. Listen carefully. Can you hear it? Birds trill their songs from the trees in joyous counterpoint to the buzzing of the bees and the insects … More Meadow Song

Mother

she glows with the luminance  of impending motherhood her gravid form embracing serenity future’s promise cradled within her body