Saturday, 22 February 2014

Transmutational Meditations


 Somehow over Dartmoor there seems to be more sky: more headspace. It's the perfect place for freethinking wanderers. The ground is bogged, so land level observation is required except when the boots strike granite. It's rare indeed to sink in granite. Astride the Tor top rock eyes lift to see how clouds pattern.
How fleeting it appears; how easily dark and light can shift. Yes, I suppose the lesson is just this.
Refreshed by literally lofty thought, feet follow spindly trails through low gorse. As though an old grass tussock there transmutes, a bird suddenly exists and flies. A mouth, awed, forms an Oh.
And while this distraction leaves a sharp impression of fine beige feathers, the eyes swoop further, inspired, vaguely aware of a person paused up on an outcrop; standing somewhat short of stature, rotund in a white puffer jacket.
Oh!
The person shifts, reveals four legs: is actually a sheep.


4 comments:

  1. Transmutation well-addressed, Lisa. When earth teaches itself to us, there's a definite alchemy involved.

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  2. 2nd attempt at reply here: not just Blogger all the internet running slow here, may be due to all the wires that came down in the storms! Good job I have the wise old earth teaching me to stay calm :-)
    I found some spawn (frog, toad or newt I'm not sure) in a little moorland stream: from jelly dot to amphibian, another fabulous transmute! Happy nearly Spring :-)

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  3. There's an essay by Ursula LeGuin--do not take me for granite. Have you read it?

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  4. Just tracked it down online!
    'I am still here and still mud, but all full of footprints and deep, deep holes and tracks and traces and changes. I have been changed. You change me. Do not take me for granite.'
    Love it :-)
    [Granite is my favourite rock, but I get to see it when it is fabulously weathered xx]

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