Wednesday 29 August 2012

The Carpet Man...


... looks up into a sky that is as heavy and as white as baskets of laundry. The rain cascades in lazy waterfalls from the clouds and bowing leaves and my nose. He hunches his shoulders, and heads inside.

And the rain falls...


The pavement shines like night-filled mirrors. It must be nice to stand here all day - like the allotment scarecrow - in this gentle wash of rain. To feel its fingers upon the skin and listen to its music... and the rooks' call and jackdaws' laugh... and to watch the nettles and dandelions grow.

And the rain falls in a dance...


The big ash and the little oak, the young chestnut profuse with its prickly treasures, whisper and drink. High in the tall beech, on the corner where the dogs like to meet, two pigeons jostle and clash.

And the rain falls in a dance of air and light and...


Leaves and crystals fall upon the grass beneath the beech tree. The sheep continue to graze, unnoticing, their fleeces glazed with a frost of wet-light.  

And the rain falls in a dance of air and light and the softest...


The Birdman laughs and shakes himself like an old sheepdog. For a split second he is surrounded by an aura of water. The hedges of his garden shrill with tiny voices.


And the rain falls in a dance of air and light and the softest brush of life.


Is this what it is to pray?

12 comments:

  1. Wow! How descriptive...I felt like I was experiencing it for myself. I love rain by the way-walking in it, watching it fall, and especially the smell of it!

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    1. Thank you. Oh yes, the smell of rain subtly changes with the seasons, but is always beautiful.

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  2. yes.
    to notice the details as part of the whole
    and be amazed
    and offer heartful gratitude.

    i could hear you reading this.
    these last two weeks i've been listening to your voice and your words..
    ;)

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    1. Really? Haha You've still got them? I have been thinking of trying to hook some audio up here, but not quite sure how to do it.

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  3. this is beautifully exquisite.

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    1. Thank you and thank you so much for stopping by.

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  4. you've captured the being in a moment, of nature falling, beautifully.

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    1. Thank you. Being out under a towering sky somehow stretches those moments and makes it easier to begin to live them fully.

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  5. ...gentle moisture laden awesomeness! ~ blessed be! ~ dear kindred heart!... ...xXx... ...Samantha...

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    1. Thank you Samantha. I hope that you are feeling better x

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  6. ;)
    three weeks of exploration and familiarising myself with new geographies and rhythms. fully embracing the domesticity of feathering my nest.
    i've just made chocolate brownies! they're suprisingly and ridiculously good. want one?

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    1. I thought I could smell the heavenly scent of chocolate and baking wafting through the house. Oooh yes please - and is there any chance of a pot of tea? ;D
      Now is the absolute perfect time for nest making and I love the lake. Have you seen the stars in it, yet? Just wait for those crisp autumn mornings with frost on the ground and a mirrored surface reflecting the dawn. Perfect.

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