The Natural World

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In my last post I shared a poem by the American writer Wendell Berry. By coincidence, he was a guest on Monday’s  ‘Start the Week‘ on BBC Radio 4. He was joined by two other guests discussing the natural environment and what we can do to protect it. I found it a really thought-provoking listen, and just wanted to share it.

 

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The Peace of Wild Things

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When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry

I’m not sure the small woodland around the corner from my house is the kind of wilderness described in this beautiful poem, but when I take a walk through it, and hear the April birdsong, I feel as though I briefly escape the troubles of the world and ‘come into the peace of wild things’.

Hello September

Autumn days

Sketchbook page inspired by the approach of my favourite season. A favourite song from my school days, ‘Autumn Days’ by Estelle White, has been playing on a loop in my head this week. Some of the lyrics are so evocative that I can’t resist including it here:

Autumn days when the grass is jewelled
And the silk inside a chestnut shell.
Jetplanes meeting in the air to be refuelled.
All these thing I love so well

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget.
To say a great big
Thank You
I mustn’t forget

Clouds that look like familiar faces
And the winters moon with frosted rings.
Smell of bacon as I fasten up my laces
And the song the milkman sings

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget.
To say a great big
Thank You
I mustn’t forget

Whipped-up spray that is rainbow-scattered
And a swallow curving in the sky
Shoes so comfy though they’re worn out and they’re battered
And the taste of apple pie.

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
I mustn’t forget.

Scent of gardens when the rain’s been falling
And a minnow darting down a stream
Picked-up engine that’s been stuttering and stalling
And a win for my home team.

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
I mustn’t forget.

Page created using Seawhite ink and Derwent Watercolour and Inktense pencils. Wasn’t sure about the Inktense when I first got them, but now I like using them alongside watercolour pencils to create stronger outlines.

Happy Autumn!

August so far…

Dawn from my window

‘Morning Light’ (dawn from my window)

Morning sun in my local wood

‘Morning Light’ (sunlight in local woods)

A leaf shining with raindrops

‘Leaf’

My handwritten list of 'August Break' challenges

‘Handwriting’

A bumble bee on lavender

‘Sweetness’

My current library book, 'Small is Beautiful', and my knitting

‘I’m reading…’ (Small is Beautiful by E F Schumacher)

Red flowers on a bean stalk

‘Red/Green’

A gift tied up with a bow

‘A secret’

Some of my photos so far from the August Break challenge…

Darling buds

Hawthorn blossom

“Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May…” – Shakespeare, Sonnet 18

Blossom in a hedgerow. I say hedgerow…it was more scrub really, but still pretty and good for the wildlife.

Image ©Dark and Bright Art 2016