To the swift water say: I am.
by Bonnie Pockley
‘And if the earthly forgot you;
To the still earth speak: I run,
To the swift water say: I am.’
-Rainer Maria Rilke
Today was one of those days. So much is changing, so much feels tender. There are some exciting new projects brewing, a trip OS and as always, a few things on my mind. The sun was hot and whitewashed the day and I find myself thinking of this beautiful line of Albert Camus: ‘The evenings were a kind of melancholy truce.’