I have been very slack and ignoring you all and today out of the blue I turn up here and find some beautiful comments from friends old and new. I felt a little like returning but do not know yet If I am ready.

I am shamed to have been caught out napping and yet having said that it is my time to be…  to be quiet and still …to lay on the earth and breathe and  muse along with wisps of clouds and eagles circling spiraling riding /writing their story in the blue …their  journey their dance.

and as always there are many stories to share of forest life in the autumntime  richer and deeper and funnier and sadder and sillier and

But for now and for Bridie who has asked  here is a revisiting :

(it is not a new one , indeed it was written many years ago and perhaps I would say it all differently … but … it has its voice  and so …)

I came here to play

with You

Mother

with You

Earth.

against seeming odds

of  regimes controlling all facets of existence,

and beneath the threat of war and chaos,

while battling depleted exhausted and contaminated resources

AND burdened by great suffering.

…

despite all this,

I came here to play

with You          ...           Mother

with Earth and Heart and Spirit…

I came here to play…