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"...in solitude, or in that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings and yet they sympathise not with us, we love the flowers, the grass and the waters and the sky. In the motion of the very leaves of spring in the blue air there is then found a secret correspondence with our heart."
                                                                                                 —Shelley, On Love

Another two weeks, another Ramble. This is the epigraph that opens Upstream, Mary Oliver's collection of essays, and it struck me so deeply when I was thinking about how my attention has turned to the land during the last few challenging weeks at home. I'm glad I dug it up to compensate for completely failing to recite it from memory on my walk.

A selection of things I mentioned or said I'd link to in this Ramble, in roughly chronological order:

I've been itching to record a new one of these for the last few days, so I'm very glad I found the time tonight. Right after I finished, on the way back to the car, I found a nest containing three adolescent birds. Magical.

I really like this practice. I hope you do too.



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