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  • A Haul in the Whorl 023.52

    Solstice season and I wake daily to a vase of pastel coloured sweetpeas, the gift of a sweet friend.

    Books 📚

    Emma Donoghue, Haven (2022)

    Anna Lowenhaupt-Tsing, The Mushroom at the End of the World (2015)

    Andrés Barba, A Luminous Republic (2017)

    Cynthia Bourgeault, The Eye of the Heart (2020)

    Notes & Quotes 💬

    I very much enjoyed reading Pope Francis’ Christmas homily in which he contrasts manifestations of power and love, calling into question the current obsession with data and metrics as measures of value (‘success’). He draws out the implications of the Incarnation in which the messy entanglements of Embodiment are more likely to point to what is ultimately true …


    A fan of the Kingfisher, mythical bird of these Halkyon Days, I’d never heard this one, via Donoghue’s Haven

    It’s good luck to spot a kingfisher, the first creature with nerve enough to leave the Ark, which was rewarded with the blue of the sky daubed on its back and tail, and the orange of the setting sun its breast (45).


    Podcasts 🫛

    • For the Wild, Ayana Young interviews Báyò Akómoláfé on ‘Ontological Mutiny’ 🤯 😳 (Aired, June 30, 2023) Transcript (The way this lady listened was noteworthy - you could almost hear the interviewee’s words landing in her.)
    • The Sacred, Elizabeth Oldfield interviews Martin Shaw and Felix Marquardt (Aired, July 5th, 2023) Transcript

    Poetry 💘

    • ‘Advent’ by Nils Peterson ‘… the first honey/for what will be/ born again.’

    • A solstice haiku I liked. The poet Issa wrote:

    a wild fox celebrates among rice sheaves… winter solstice (translated by David G. Lanoue)

    • ‘Say the Light’ by Jan Richardson

    • Lines from [‘Poetry’] by Pablo Neruda

    And I, infinitesimal being,
    drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery,
    found myself a pure part
    of the abyss,
    I wheeled with the stars,
    my heart broke loose on the wind.

    • Read (learn, inwardly digest), then try (at home and abroad): ‘Try to Praise the Mutilated World’ by Adam Zagajewski

    Questions & Open Tabs 🔖

    • How much discomfort is the whole world worth? a generative question posed by Kelly Hayes & Mariame Kaba on developing cultures of #listening …

    The fundamental skill of patiently absorbing another person’s words in a respectful and thoughtful manner is desperately lacking in our society. For this reason, it is folly to expect this skill to manifest itself fully formed when it is most needed, such as in a heated meeting, if we are not building a greater culture of listening in our work.

    Noticing What’s New 🎁

    Word 🪺

    • Anadromous

    Salmon spend their adult lives in the ocean and return to freshwater for spawning. This behavior is remarkable because these fish swim against the currents, and sometimes vast distances, to reach their original spawning grounds. Scientists label this pattern of movement as anadromous. Anadromous comes from the Greek words aná, which means “up”, and drómos, which means “course”, this is also translated to “upward running”. (7,8)

    Poet ✨

    I learned of Kerry Webster in this wintery poem,

    • ‘Hermeneutics’ … ‘All winter she’s been growing more powerful.’

    Firsts of the Season

    • First sniff, always a surprise! - Wintersweet ‘Robai’ has blossomed. First encounter on 1227 in the alley beside the post office.
    → 2:24 PM, Dec 31
  • #49 The Daily Pi (Poetic Instant)

    ☀️ 1203 The mini apocalypse – the chaos that precedes creation

    🌓 1204 Release and ascent into the Tent of the warm embrace (winter picnic with cacti)

    🔥 1205. Arriving, having hurried, believing you’re late, and discovering you’re early

    💦 1206 Thick, enveloping shroud of fog: a teacher for uncertain times

    🌲 1207 Arrested mid-rush: a warm shaft of light finds, in a darkened room, a bushel of crèche-adjacent poinsettia

    ⛰1208 A light passes from this world and is lit in another (🕎)

    🌏 1209 To have heard your voice …

    → 10:03 PM, Dec 26
  • #51 The Daily Pi (Poetic instant)

    ☀️ 1217 First Snow 🌨️ The Beginning of Astronomical Winter (a 12C temperature drop!)

    🌒 1218 Osōji

    🔥 1219 Heard at the Supermarket: a Man’s Heart Sounding in a rare and beautiful laughter 💗

    💦 1220 Love for this darkness

    🌲 1221 Missed the missa (S-en-t Elsewhere); Exhilaratingly Cold ❄️🌨️

    🏔️ 1222 A Significant Solstice (☀️ & other returns): Gifts Abound

    🌏 1223 In the Wake (Being and becoming with the Name: ‘Acquainted with Grief’)

    → 9:52 PM, Dec 26
  • # 50 The Daily Pi (Poetic instant)

    ☀️ 1210 The priceless value of anticipation…

    🌑 1211 Care packages, old friends

    🔥 1212 An evening absorbed in a book

    💦 1213 Hump day – my fear of judgement

    🌲 1214 Modes of care

    🏔️ 1215 Sweet rained-fresh early morning walk

    🌏 1216 Street Arrest: a hundred, hundred black-winged waterbird blessing

    → 9:36 AM, Dec 12
  • # 48 The Daily Pi (Poetic Instant)

    1126 ☀️ A Joy: Hiking in the Hills Leaf Peeping

    1127 🌕 A Sorrow: Death comes near

    1128 🔥 The Hardest Week? Or Moonset, the Egret and the Flashing Rapids at Dawn.

    1129 💦 The Whirlwind whirls🌪️

    1130 🌲 Heart ache. (A gulp of air amid an inundation 🐳)

    1201 ⛰ A Great Simplification rolls on, for now. Bereft & behind, I float into the Opening 🛟

    1202 🌏 Day One of The Retreat, Serafina Pekkala

    → 5:35 PM, Dec 4
  • #47 The Daily Pi (Poetic Instant)

    ☀️ 1119. The Talents: Letting them rip v Hiding them in fear?

    🌓 1120. Siding with the Hesitant

    🔥 1121. Flower Fairy Strikes Again! 💐

    💦 1122. Spiky Lessons on Taking the Gap 🌵

    🌲 1123. Twinkling Bats and Primping Egrets 🦇

    ⛰️1124. Ripen, dammit!

    🌏 1125. Crunch time🍂🍁

    → 9:15 AM, Nov 28
  • #46 The Daily Pi (Poetic Instant) 🥧

    02023.11.12 ~ 11.18.02023

    ☀️1112 … A Special Meeting with a (rare) Black Kuan Yin @ Entsuji

    On November 12th, there have been 50 days since the autumn equinox (Sept 23, 2023) and only 39 days until the winter solstice (December 21, 2023) in the Northern Hemisphere. We’ve drawn closer to the winter solstice than to the autumn equinox. We have arrived in the winter season.

    🌑 New Moon

    🔥 Encountering the Homage to Wisdom prayer & a serendipitous 🔗 to Wisdom 7:22-8:1. Feminine invocations - beautiful! 🪷

    💦 Eating a Pomegranate at Breakfast ( Also: ravishing poetry by Alice Fulton, ex/ “After the Angelectomy” and “Cascade Experiment”)

    🌲Panic’s back with instability of meaning and energy expenditure 👀

    🏔Note to Self: Laid out clothes make a Morning Walk easier 🧣

    🌏 Drafting Progress: Satisfactory ✍🏻

    → 5:05 PM, Nov 20
  • #45 The Daily Pi (Poetic Instant)

    ☀️1105 … Life’s Fragilities, Polishing Silver

    🌓 1106 … You, Scrolling Casually Through My Brain, Out of Tune with My Awestricken Desire to Linger, as with the Perfect, Solitary Autumn Tree

    🔥1107 … Eido, the Wall, the Cage and the Three Clean Cracks

    💦 1108 … Plans, they go a-changin'

    🌲1109 … A Certain Blessed Stretch calls the Heart from the Body

    🏔1110 … What, in Heaven’s Name ?!

    🌏 1111 … Hospitality

    → 5:09 PM, Nov 13
  • #44 The Daily Pi (Poetic Instant)

    ☀️1029 Ami shone! 👩🏻‍🦼✨🥰

    🌓1030 Up for Moonset: Who Precedes You to the Horizon, Luna?

    🔥1031 Last touch ups and tidying ✍🏻 🧹🚀

    💦 1101 Time zones smile on my submission 🙌🏻👋🏻

    🌲1102 Softening and restoration

    🏔1103 First strains of the yaki-imo truck 🚚

    🌏1104 Mid autumnal evenings host descanting cricket choirs: hearts content

    → 5:26 PM, Nov 6
  • #43 Day-by-Day: Poetic Instants

    ☀️ 1022 Catching (sight of) a fleeting Orionid arrow at dawn 🌠

    🌒 1023 Mischievous fairy’s visitation begins with confusion (& a sugar engine revving for days). Photographing fruit abundance.

    🔥 1024 Mislaid keys, again, delays and a missed a meeting

    💧 1025 Exploding porridge. Dinner out, á deux.

    🌲 1026 Exploding tea bag, freshly papered shoji doors, slow to no progress on the draft.

    ⛰️1027 Long pre-dawn loop up the hills n back - Princess Tatsuta, most Luminous!

    🌏 1028 Hunter Moon Gathering 🌕 with fireworks and friends 🎆

    → 9:23 PM, Oct 30
  • #42 Day-by-day: Poetic Instants

    ☀️ 1015 … Stand in y/our Loss; Breathe it in, and … BEGIN (~ Christiana Figueres)

    🌕 1016 … Bliss of Pulling on a Blanket for the last Hours of Sleep

    🔥 1017 … Encounter with the Wintermaker

    💧1018 … The Fisher Boys at Dusk; a Crescent Moon smiles on

    🌲 1019 … Persimmon Loaves, Scent of the Orange Sprays and have the Crickets Gone Quiet?

    ⛰️ 1020 … A Big Morning, a Significant Crossing

    🌍 1021 … Proctors' Prep: Poem in the Pocket & A Snatch of Transcendent Music for the Heart

    → 5:19 PM, Oct 23
  • #41 Day-by-Day: Poetic Instants

    ☀️ 1008 … Fields of Gold, Chittering Pondside Kingfishers, small pods of Nutria streaming along under the Willows

    🌕 1009 … A Small Turquoise Dazzle, a spurt of joy

    🔥 1010 … Grafting, Drafting (Instantless?)

    💧1011 … Following the Guidance of the Heart

    🌲 1012 … A Satisfying (Interactional) Harvest. First whiff of the fragrant, short-lived and much loved harbinger of Autumn, the kinmokusei

    ⛰️ 1013 … Forgetting my Keys

    🌍 1014 … First bite of a Juicy Persimmon at Breakfast

    → 3:10 PM, Oct 16
  • A typically perspicacious and thought provoking remark by Mark Vernon on a recent thoughtful essay on Inner Development:

    the word “contemplation” originally referred to the building of cities with the temple at the centre, con-templum, much as “consideration” was originally engaging with the divine stars, con-sideris. That both these words have become wholly inner struck me as significant, part of the closed-system cosmology that is assumed as default by the modern educated mind.

    → 12:12 PM, Oct 11
  • #40 Day-by-Day: Poetic Instants

    ☀️ 1001 … The Fish Above, The Crow Below

    🌕 1002 … A Bright Cascade of Orange Persimmons overhang the Canal

    🔥 1003 … More First Fruits! 🍎

    💧1004 … A Spectrum of ‘the Feels’ 🌈

    🌲 1005 … Sometimes setting a Timer helps ⏰

    ⛰️ 1006 … Moments of ripeness when Wisdom with Grace alights

    🌍 1007 … Dawn Patrol Tableau: The Breakfast Angel’s Dozing Master

    → 2:53 PM, Oct 9
  • #39 Day-by-Day, Poetic Instants

    ☀️ 0924 … A slow Sunday morning welcomed with Qi Gung

    🌕 0925 … Head down, scrounging for sparks 💥🤿

    🔥 0926 … Those long days returning spent, emptied 🤷🏻‍♀️

    💧0927 … A crow bounces and leaves, like glitter, fall 🍂

    🌲 0928 … First Spider lilies (slow to show higanbana!)

    ⛰️ 0929 … Harvest Moon & a first (-time) fruit 🎑

    🌍 0930 … We’re three quarters of the way through 2023! 🗓️

    → 3:14 PM, Oct 2
  • A Personal Translation Bugbear ...

    So interesting to learn about International Translation Day, established by the United Nations in 2017, which occurs on 30 September every year and its connection with St Jerome. With that in mind, a request:

    📝 Dear (English) Translators of Pope Francis,

    Please consider using the word ‘kinship’ rather then ‘fraternity’. It is more inclusive of all God’s creatures (and women).

    Thank you. 🌾🍁🕸🦗

    PS. Laudato Si' & Fratelli Tutti could then be known as “Kincyclicals” - doesn’t this have a nice ring to it?

    → 12:00 PM, Sep 30
  • teacherly aspiration 🙏🏻

    ‘nurture reflection, shelter hope, inspire audacity’

    Thanks for the inspiration Daraja Press!

    → 5:33 PM, Sep 27
  • 🌾 First of the Autumn Equinox microseasons: “Thunder Lowers Its Voice” (Sep 22 – Sep 27). Yesterday, serendipity had me pick up Abraham Heschel’s, Thunder in the Soul. Nice timing!

    → 4:58 PM, Sep 26
  • #38 Warp Threads around which the Week Wove

    🌏 Planetary Leanings for those in Temperate Zones, opening the Autumn Equinox Window

    ☀️ 0917 Rowdy crickets! 🦗🎶🦗📣🦗

    (A curiosity: how is it that this critter is used to speak of silence nowadays?)

    M 0918 Tall, wild grasses, massive golden cloud stacks, an (in-cloud) lightning show

    T 0919 Walking home on a hot night past the red lanterns of an izakaya & hearing “La Bamba” playing … nostalgia tickles 💃🏻

    W 0920 ‘Bengara’ and the Elements of/in Art

    Th 0921 Misty Morning Loses Charm 😌 > 😩. (Walker returns in Umpteenth Sheen of Sweat just after Sunrise🌄)

    F 0922 Teacherly Conscience, a missed meeting and a good soaking on the home run 🛵💦

    S 0923 Slax & sleeves for the Autumn Equinox greeting: fresh & cool (#grateful 🙏🏻!)

    → 2:29 PM, Sep 25
  • Good enough 1.4, monks on the move, swallows depart, the 'herald thought' bearing fruit?

    On the way to work, astride the scooting steed, I am sitting at a traffic light and recognise the crisp black and white robes of a monk on his way to or from a memorial prayer ceremony. Equinox is the time when the veils between the worlds are thin, a busy time for those who help others with the rites of remembering.

    The 21st of September is my first day back in the classroom, the last day of the micro-season of the Swallows Departing.

    I recently read part of Keats’ Endymion - you know the one … “A thing of beauty is a joy forever … " and though, here, we’re a month or two away from ‘Autumn bold’, I am contemplating, as the seasons make their slow turn, this question:

    What was my ‘herald thought’ last Spring that now is bearing fruit?
    
    → 6:24 PM, Sep 21
  • Good enough 1.3, asking & listening

    The Season of Creation’s guiding verse is

    “But let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream!” (Amos 5: 24)

    And this post by James Bridle, What Does the River Want? is a rich resource for reflection. Asking the question supposes attention and receptivity to the answer, something so ordinary in human interaction but seldom extended to other living beings. I first met this ‘short circuit’ in proper and polite communication (reciprocity) in Robin Wall Kimmerer’s beautiful guide for the Honorable Harvest.

    Both of these pieces planted the phrase ‘step aside’ in my mind - as in something humans of the Humilocene (thank you David Abram) ought to find ways of doing to make room for more sisters and brothers to join the party. And you could watch Yolanda Adams' live gospel rendition of that – a song, who knew? – on YT (potent build - it made me well up! 🥹) or listen to Tennessee Ernie Ford’s 16 Tons … ‘step aside/a lotta meen didn’t, a lotta men died.’

    → 6:14 PM, Sep 20
  • Good enough 1.2, glowing caves: set side by side

    Teilhard, a devotee of the Sacred Heart, said of the Pinta engraving he carried with him:

    ‘For me this quite simple illustration is a vague representation of the universal “foyer” of attraction which we are aiming for.’

    I imagine he’d be well-pleased with this renovated icon. A most alluring, and strikingly illuminated, foyer! 🤩

    → 4:32 PM, Sep 19
  • Good enough 1.1 - labyrinths, inks and other slow, wild arts

    Finding this gorgeous, inviting labyrinth pic and its enticing accompanying event - such a portal for dreaming! - down the rabbit hole I went seeking to know more about the artist and the work. I found nothing about the work itself online, but oh! into the wonderful world of wild inks and pigments I wandered, and found myself in an abundance of earthy artistic goodness. So much to enjoy here!

    It took me back to the days when I was learning (brush) calligraphy and I wondered, in light of these ‘wild inks’, how the solid block of ‘sumi’ I used to rub in water on an ink-stone was made and what it was made of? A beautiful video shows the ins and outs from an old Japanese company in Nara. (Give yourself 15 minutes - 12 for the film; the rest for resonance and absorption!)

    I loved the elemental interdependence and the sense of reciprocity added a touching intimacy to the material. There is poetry in craft and care and how the body is involved and what gifts are made in a right relationship with time.


    🎧🙏🏻This,“Slow Down” by iAmSon, I loved today. It played in the buds as I sauntered at dawn among the tickles of wild, overgrown grasses on the path. It’s a simple, soft, sweet and spacious prayer. It’s also odd and you don’t know where it’s going but it draws you along, and it’s a message I (at least) need to be reminded of!

    → 5:40 PM, Sep 18
  • #37 Warp Threads around which the Week Wove

    ☀️ 0910 - First sighting, ever: I saw (and was seen by) a Wild “Mer-Pig” 🐗!😳

    M 0911 - First hearing, ever: an Australian poet (Joel Deaves) reading ‘Old Tree’ in Gumea Dharawal

    T 0912 - A day littered with difficulties

    W 0913 - Star(s)gazing - greeting the setting moon, the last splash of stars

    Th 0914 - New moon. My tide goes (waaaaaay) out

    F 0915 - Floating slowly back

    S 0916 - Sharpening my pencil to begin essay drafting

    → 5:19 PM, Sep 18
  • #36 Warp Threads around which the Week Wove

    ☀️ 0903 Street food for brekkie (sho-ron-po)!

    • M 0904 “That day at the Barbershop …” Another remarkable nonagenarian’s tale …

    • T 0905 Morning pour and then a 🌈 over the castle at sunrise

    • W 0906 No time better for thinking than on a walk!

    • Th 0907 Called out by the stars at bats' bedtime, to play

    • F 0908 Off kilter and out of tune

    • S 0909 Saying the Heart Sutra in a tree church

    → 5:50 PM, Sep 11
  • #35 Warp Threads around which the Week Wove

    ☀️ 0827 Losing and Finding - Entertaining the Trickster

    M 0828 Shifts underway: leaves letting go, ‘cicadian’ rhythms changing

    T 0829 Through a veil, hazily

    W 0830 An insight on conflict avoidance

    Th 0831 Figs in, Figs out

    F 0901 Nihyakutoka … (don’t go fishin' 🎣!)

    S 902 Brutal August steam is turning sweet and liquid by night; all around the trickling purr of cricket song.

    → 5:18 PM, Sep 4
  • #34 Warp Threads around which the Week Wove

    S 0820 Up, up and A-wheeee (The Cicada Chronicles, cont’d.)

    M 0821 Soupy afternoons sanctuary: the dark, green cave

    T 0822 Coming Around Again (now, a police officer & public servant)

    W 0823 (Away) It was a dark & stormy drive (mostly) up to the Mountains

    Th 0824 (Away) Adventures & Discoveries

    F 0825 (Away) Soaking in the sento at 5AM with the Morning Star

    S 0826 (There & back) Return, grateful

    View of Mt Daisen in the distance. Pale blue & cloudy sky. A field, mostly green. A large pine to one side, a white wooden fence in the foreground.
    → 11:20 AM, Sep 1
  • #33 Warp Threads around which the Week Wove

    S 0813 One shooting star 💫 from the Pleides; two baby cormorants

    M 0814 Shedding season: a long, slow turning

    T 0815 Typhoon Lan dawdles over. Muse over spirals at scales; wonder at what gets loosed?

    W 0816 A lightning storm through cinematic windows

    Th 0817 Extravagance & Form (Spirit & Tradition?)

    F 0818 Rekindling an old connection

    S 0819 The Uraja Summer Parade 🥵

    → 5:22 PM, Aug 21
  • Warp Threads of the Week that Was #32

    S0806 - Steamy evening under the kind scents of a camphor laurel at the Summer Revels

    M0807 - On the edges of a storm: striking when the iron’s NOT as hot!

    T0808 - Orb spinners - what is your game?! 🕸️Storm’s incoming!

    W0809 - “I chose a life of study & service.”

    Th0810 - Lost Days?

    F0811 - Cicada slapstick starts the day

    S0812 - Summer morning rituals

    → 5:14 PM, Aug 14
  • August 9th, 99 years ago, these dames docked in Kobe aboard the President Wilson, aka the “Missionary Special”. 🚢 ⚓️ My professional foremothers. #SNDdeNamur

    → 3:56 PM, Aug 9
  • Warp Threads of the Week that Was #31

    S0730 - Early morning read on the roof

    M0731 - Kingfisher!

    T0801 - A magical Lammas

    W0802 - Heat Drunk (without the fun!)

    Th0803 - Big Clouds Blossom on the Hills

    F0804 - Early morning at the Boatshed

    S0805 - Do reparations always sting (at first)?

    → 5:38 PM, Aug 7
  • 😆 Fabulous factoid 🛎️ (via Melanie Challenger’s How to be Animal): the collective noun for zebras is a ‘dazzle’! 🦓🦓🦓🕺🏻🪩

    → 4:36 PM, Aug 4
  • Moonbathing

    Belly up on a bench full moon bathing and I see, sailing swiftly across the sky, a trail of bright greeny-blue lights heading toward the moon recently risen over the nearby hills. Oh! Was this the (in)famous Starlink ⭐️ 🔗 🚂 train? (Yes! Who knew?)

    Had I remained I wonder: would I have seen it pass by again?

    A slow dawning sense of awe arose when I realised that I have never seen anything like it! 🤯 Wow.

    More info here, Starlink Seekers

    → 10:02 PM, Aug 2
  • First Fruits

    Coördinates:

    🙏🏻 17th Week in Ordinary Time

    ☀️ This is the second micro-season of the season of Major Heat … Damp Earth Humid Heat (Jul 28 – Aug 01)

    🌽 🫐 🍑Lammas

    🌕 Here comes the Red Moon, opening the Blue Moon Bracket of August, 2023


    ‘All summations,’ wrote poet Mary Oliver in “What I Have Learned So Far,” ‘have a beginning.’ Every harvest has its first seed; something I am thinking about in this season of ripening.

    At the top of the temple steps early this morning I came across my first cicada shell. ((Shall I call you Peter, perhaps?)[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Peter_ad_Vincula]) The singer has shrugged off its shade, all sung out. Transcended? I like to imagine so.

    This does not diminish the shake, shimmer and whirr of the rest of the exultant hopefuls, God’s mad choristers. Daily, a million musical wings make torrents of sizzling, shimmering, hot summer sound. It is, for me, one of the joys of each summer to be soaked in it.

    Fresh cool peaches and blueberries with breakfast.

    This week’s email signature haiku, from Shiki:

    鳴きやめて飛ぶ時蝉の身ゆるなり nakiyamete tobutoki semi no miyuru nari

    The singing stopped a flying cicada I saw it!

    → 10:31 AM, Aug 1
  • 🌧️It’s a mystery what stays in the memory. I hope this does: it’s dawn and I’m in the rocking chair looking out over grey skies, heavy rain is falling in silver strings. Agha Shahid Ali’s ghazal ‘even the rain’ springs to mind. I send out a blessing to him - word play blows fresh air into my mind.

    → 4:59 PM, Jul 9
  • Out of the slit of my sleepers, thru the crack in my curtain, this red solstice sky called me up at 4.30AM to admire it. So I did. Then it did it again the next morning … Things we do for love! 🥰

    → 5:04 PM, Jun 27
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