Let the day grow on you upward
through your feet,
the vegetal knuckles,

to your knees of stone,
until by evening you are a black tree;
feel, with evening,

the swifts thicken your hair,
the new moon rising out of your forehead,
and the moonlit veins of silver

running from your armpits
like rivulets under white leaves.
Sleep, as ants

cross over your eyelids.
You have never possessed anything
as deeply as this.

This is all you have owned
from the first outcry
through forever;

you can never be dispossessed.

Earth - Derek Walcott

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Art of Re-Wilding

 

 

The Art of Re-Wilding Courses

                       

The Process of Re-Wilding Myself

     

2006

" Most of my time I spend hiking alone, just me and my camera, far away from the crowds. The slow spaciousness and soft diffuse light permeate everything the way that snow effects sound. This unexpected but welcome way of paying attention to, and appreciating the landscape allows an opening. The camera galvanises my attention in such a way that I become sort-of re-enchanted. In retrospect, looking at the quiet, understated aesthetic of the images I make, I realise that my meditation practice has fallen off the cushion and into the sensate world around me. To my delight, I begin to fall in love with the everyday, the quiet and the previously overlooked. "