In first light I wait for birds, they, so snug-up to their nature, too real for the human amnesiac who cannot hold his own but in patches and pauses. So, I ask the silence for a birdsome aptitude, a way of mind to occupy that gaze into the dawn. Near and far, through a singing […]
I am often found trancing in the death drop love dance of the hummingbird. The wee engorged upon the fragrance of yellow blossom, harbinger of a humble fruit for crimson or vermilion wine, for jellies, jams and pies, fine renderings though I am one with small patience for such craft. Inclined instead to take the […]
The child sang free in early years of fading radiance until she learned of ashes and drear of inner substance. This is the great satan we call the use of shame. We glory in our lurching constrictions and holy ordinances, all for fear of life, all for fear of life. What is this mark we […]
It is time you do who you are. It is time to be one with yourself and now. It is a soft circle you draw around your own divisions. It is a love for all you thought left out. It is the next step while not knowing, it is the first breath while still dying. […]
Field Notes on Faith and the First World
Exploring depths previously unsounded in oneself, as best one may.
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Supporting ways of being that are life-giving and sustainable for people, communities and the planet.
Believes everyone has a story to tell.
James Scott Smith 