I started this Patreon account with a post about this place i call Home, about rewinding the space between the garden and the river... Months of work, passion, joy, excitement... Seeing this place grow, blossom, fruit ... Creating a magical place with my partner.
Yesterday and today put a dramatic end to our project as some tree surgery took place and crushed it down with the dragging of a couple of dead trees.
Days before the action we managed to save many beloved plants. Plants that have been travelling with me for years; who have germinates, rooted afar, who have come back with me.
Sadly the place is no recognisable anymore... and some of our trees have been cuts well as other trees who were fine on the other shore. It's very sad to see.
A lot of emotions of course. Relief for these dead trees to be taken out because they could have fallen on us or neighbours; also sadness to see the state of it; grief for the loss; anger for the original cause of the death of the trees (a human negligence some years ago)... Holding all these emotions with care, and softness, and feeling that this is the end and beginning of yet another cycle. When we started this project we didn't know how long we would stay in the village. Now that we've moved to our new home, it feels timely, to sense that this plot of land needs a lot of love for its regeneration into another biodiverse paradise.
We will rewild it again, when the time comes, when seasons moves us to work the soil, when seeds call us into action, when time arrives. This seems to be our calling, destiny... to rewild places that we call home, doing, undoing, being enmeshed in this web of life and destruction, and new growth, and transmutation. Resilience.
(In a couple of pictures I point at the fallen log that has been present for months in my swims. You can see it in many of my past posts).
Brian Baz Brannigan
2023-12-12 03:00:53 +0000 UTCRoger B
2023-12-06 08:54:04 +0000 UTC