The meadow came and went, and the land is slumbering now, seeds laid into the earth, trodden in and fertilised by horses and sheep.

I am pulling together a collection of writing from the notes and recordings I made while in the meadow – I have not gone into a slumbering state but a gentle process of converting experience into poetry, a slow spinning of thoughts and connections. I will post again when I have the collection ready.

spider web

natural weaving