september-17 | #kailziegardens #peeblesshire #southernscotland
late summer, early afternoon, yellow rudbeckia and green fennel in full bloom
“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern on the other. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness—in a landscape selected at random—is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants. This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain. It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love. A sense of oneness with sun and stone. A thrill of gratitude to whom it may concern—the lucky contrapuntal of human fate or to ghosts humouring a lucky mortal.”
Speak, Memory | Vladimir Nabokov
july-19 | #samyeling #riveresk #dumfries #galloway
deep midsummer, following the river, following the light
“It was this quality of their presence in the world. I just had never met people like that. And here they’d come out, sick, exhausted, with just the clothes on their back and the sacred objects they carried out—through periods of snow-blindness—over the mountains.
“But their quality of being in the world was seeing everything as if for the first time. And, I don’t even know if I knew those words then; but when I walked on that Losar—Tibetan New Year—morning across the tea estate where they were squatting, these eastern Tibetans, and I heard the long horns for their morning puja and saw the tall flag poles with the cloth rippling, and there was just, oh . . . yes. . . I’m worthy to be given this.”
Widening Circles | Joanna Macy with © emergence magazine
I am late today, but keen to be out. The air is crisp, fresh, the first frost.
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