The pīwakawaka have had an exceptional mating season around here. They are everywhere. And, you know, the thing is - I feel like they are all the same bird. One that has entered my house many times and flits so close to me - sings wildly at me - must be the same one that is doing the same in the bush. Are the omnipresent, omnipotent beings in some way?

Yesterday while I was dozing in bed, one came into my room and woke me. I was pissed. fuck off I said to the small bird hanging from the light cable. And immediately regretting my anger let the wee thing out our bedroom doors into the porch light. The thing is, these little birds are the closest thing to friends and family today.

Early this morning I am in the garden giving effective microorganisms to the new carrot and parsnip bed. I am making another path in the herb garden - I am feeling bereft - my beloved who is so far away yet broke our silence on the full moon because she is witchy like that. Now we are back into silence and I feel her so close and so far. My heart is constantly aroused and I don’t know how I do this - but I do, and I must, and I want to because that is my soul nature - to love what I love - to be given to the painful beauty of the earth no matter how challenging the path.

So, good Holy Saturday to you all religious observers. I will be reading, drinking more tea and probably, almost definitely, be making a visit to my friend the river later on for coffee.