6 July 2026

 I haven't been here for a bit, because it hasn't been a great few days. 

All I have is some lines from Rilke who was 'learning to see'

I know that nothing has ever been real

without my beholding it.

All becoming has needed me.

My looking ripens things

and they come toward me, to meet and be met.

I've found it calming to notice what 'comes towards me' when I look very closely at things.

The single spot of colour -

The tiny ladybird

The eye of my wood pigeon friend 

Separately, I'm learning from what I'm reading that it seems we're only dimly beginning to understand the remarkable intelligence of birds.