House of All

Listening to the Wind

There’s Always More

There are store bought and home made flags flying on bendy poles from people’s tents. We’re camped near three flying pigs. The slapping of the material makes a comforting rustling sound. The tents dancing as a thrill of breeze passes through the temporary canvas village.

The winds are blowing in cloud cover from the west. Thanks to the cloud we could look directly at the sun and give our thanks is for the gift of life on our planet.

Without that star we would not be who we are. It is true that the elements of our bodies were forged in the early stars at the beginning of time.

You realise our impact on the earth in a place like this. No matter how conscious or sustainable the event. The birds have moved to the edges. Left the garden temporarily. We saw some field crows fly high over us last night, illuminated like the trees are here. And a robin that darted out of the foliage, flapped her wings and was gone.

There’s always more.

She said with one eye fixed on us.

More stuff.

More problems to solve.

The world becomes a snare when all we want is the next thing.

Part of me wants to go back. Another part part wants the next thing.

Then there’s the centre of me.

Present in the moment.

Trusting the creative intelligence. You have to remember. Pull your attention way from the last thing or the next and see what’s here now.

Pigs flying.

Artists pulling us into the moment.

The stand out band for us yesterday were the House of All. Joyous raw and bang on in the pocket.

And this morning Cerys Hafana.

Till tomorrow

Love

Mikey