Sometimes I get the chats on with my kids over the breakfast table - you know the kind? When the adult is a little less adult and everyone is loosed up, speaking together, listening in turn, having fun. These were the mornings I loved as a kid, then as a flatmate - now as a dad of three. The joy it engenders in our bodies - in the energy we have. Its a can-do energy - its a go get em tiger energy - that pulses and throbs as we cascade out the door into the waiting day.

It follows then - we are creative beings - gods - taking our place in the pantheon of gods, doing our darndest to push, push, push on our creations until they become something - something like we imagined but also a little more and a little less. The way Ted Huges describes God in his kids poetry - of creating the voice box of the curlew - always imperfect and the bird now endows the earth with its not quite there sound - or at least thats how Huges paints it -

how does the world get created?

Through our direct contact with it - with the more-than-human world of earth, creatures, wind, water and passing seasons. If only we’d stop being so self-referencial we’d come to a wholeness that fills our bellies so that we’d stop trying to create universes that were once our natural state and birthright.

I’m so compelled by David Abram’s now almost thirty year old totem - Spell of the Sensuous - it will give me my whole life to live into it - this and many more calls to the wild that surely, definitely has my name on it.