When he shall die
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the force of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with the night
And pay no heed to the garish sun.
The Road
Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains.
You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional.
On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.
I’m creating again!
Many of you will know I’ve had a furniture/art/thing business going on for lots of years now – but moving house has put it all on hold for 3 years! Well, @youbadcat is nearly back and operational. I’m currently just working with a laser cutter and love the multi layer designs of gabrielschama.com/portfolio and especially the banner below!
Sleep With Me
Can you believe it’s taken me 17 years to read this book?! Well, I said I would and I did so stop nagging (-:
It was really good. Well, the first 3/4 of the book especially.
Twice Blessed
So that I stopped
there
and looked
into the waters
seeing not only
my reflected face
but the great sky
that framed
my lonely figure
and after a moment
I lifted my hands
and then my eyes
and I allowed myself
to be astonished
by the great
everywhere…
— David Whyte
Amber 2001-2019
“The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief. But the pain of grief is only a shadow when compared with the pain of never risking love.”
Amber, AmberRoo, AmberRoonie, RooRoo and finally named… Roo 2001-2020
“Go to the Limits of Your Longing” – Rainer Maria Rilke
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
This… THIS!
So happyyyyyy with my new baby!
Iceland Revisited
“On earth’s part
all days start beautifully
patiently it revolves and revolves
with its trees
and oceans and lakes
deserts and volcanoes
the two of us and the rest of you
and all the animals”
Pétur Gunnarsson
(no real reason to post this apart from the fact that I liked it. And as I’ve finally finished eight holidays this year I’m officially knackered)
Backcountry Film
After watching and quite enjoying “Backcountry“, (with the second rate but still good looking version of Alessandra Ambrosio) I was reminded of this great Bill Bryson quote from “A Walk in the Woods“…
It was not the size or demeanor of the bears that troubled me–they looked almost comically nonaggressive, like four guys who had gotten a Frisbee caught up a tree–but their numbers. Up to that moment it had not occurred to me that bears might prowl in parties. What on earth would I do if four bears came into my camp? Why, I would die, of course. Literally shit myself lifeless. I would blow my sphincter out my backside like one of those unrolling paper streamers you get at children’s parties–I daresay it would even give a merry toot–and bleed to a messy death in my sleeping bag.”