a wild dance among the oak

9 07 2018

i have not yet left the forest

nor the woodland nor the trust

the wild dance among the oak

a force of light with sweet kinfolk

oh how we spun

dizzy in the sun

forward and back

bodies slightly out of whack

pleading with the bramble

in new acquaintance and great counsel

i surrendered upon a bed of ferns

and now my heart forever yearns

to weave inside a dragons nest

and honour heavens in my quest

with knobbly knees and twisted limbs

embedded in some ancient hymns

i am the wood, i am the oak

i am at one with new kinfolk





We grow roots wherever we sow seeds

25 03 2016

Pushing the Bush with love. Oh, let the spring shine in.


  

Enormous thank you to local Angels: Daniel, Stepan and Martin. And to Kindred Spirit: Alexandra Banner. And all the friends who support Push the Bush. And especially my beloved gypsy parents who carry sunshine with them wherever they go.





if only we could all speak rhinoceros

13 10 2015

-What would you do if you had a magical cloak that could make you invisible?

-If I were invisible, I would head straight to the zoo to be with all the animals. I would climb into the cages and start talking to them.

The words of a lovely young man, around 6 years of age, who I had the privilege of speaking to when Kindred Studios opened its doors to the public this past weekend. Made me think of the extraordinary imagination of Leslie Bricuse and the intimate work of sculptor Georgiana Anstruther.

Oh what a wonderful world it would indeed become if we started talking (and listening) to the animals.