Curious.

A huge moon for company this campervan morning. It hangs in a clear sky casting huge shadows and looks particularly magical. Occasional cloud skids across an open dark sky. Stars and landing lights above my head. It’s a big morning, big night sky, big moon, big light and big shadows.

“ The Moon is magic for the soul and light for the senses.”

It feels like that this morning, already waning after a full, if hidden, display yesterday, it still casts a spell. A chill sits in the air, but it’s been chillier, breath on air and steam racing from hot coffee. The oak stands above me silhouetted by the moon, its branches reaching out into the morning. Early robins casting their song into the air. The usual garden cockerel announces the start of his day. Cars moving about near and far. It’s busy already despite the relative darkness. As the light slowly reveals the morning I am loving the return of blackbirds and starlings. Tinges of orange and pink paint the sky has the sun threatens to clear the horizon.

I am still trekking the outback in the company of Chatwin and exploring his fascination with nomads and nomadic life the very antithesis of who I was. He has awoken something around ancestors, songlines and dreaming tracks that existed and maybe still present here as well as the outback. Also investigating the deeper contexts of the life of Orwell in the company of Rebecca Solnit, reliving my Shetland to Italy nomadic adventure through YouTube postings and of course drumming. So a nomadic existence of sorts, or some form of attention deficiency. Continuing to shape shift, be curious and absorb. Keeping a wary eye on the weather and looking forward to welcoming the cold. Be curious and lovely days people.

“ The love of knowledge is a kind of madness.” C.S. Lewis.