Let the earth rejoice, let the earth rejoice.

The cloud tinged orange and pink shouts at me: ALIVE!

Alive forevermore. The birds are a their splendor - peak sound - magpies, tui, pheasant, pukeko, and the many many sparrows, swallows and wax eyes. This earth is pulsating with life and I get the privilege to know it - feel it this morning.

Whenever I step outside, there I am not a lie - I do not remain folded as Rilke says. Getting outside is a medicine that becomes a way of being - of being more expansive - less tight and obsessed with myself. I am being blasted by Harry’s cock a doodle do - he’s been at it since the neighbour’s boy cocked up at 6am. Bless him. He knows whats to do and does it. I know I have to sit on this front porch and write - drink cups of tea and sent it out to ye all. Just because it fills me - it blesses me and I hope somehow these musings bless you all readers.

There is a profound thing in finding your own voice - something that has been hidden for your whole life - like Spring that begins to get sprung - and I feel at the beginning of it. And words, create our lives - we live into vast realities by how we speak, what we say, how we write about ourselves and the world we find ourselves inhabiting. So, going to nature has been the ticket for this soul. Soul searching, but not really necessary - more is to be up and out in this wilder place - paying attention to it - paying attention to me in it. The body keeps the score and she settles deeply here - deep enough to hear the quiet voice of life rising up in me.

I may never have a platform of much notoriety to say these things - but as they come - they must - give - as you must speak those precious words longing to make it onto your tongue and out - on to the page or screen - that essential you, always coming through.