Neunburg vorm Wald
(Maasland to) Werkendam
Freedom is buried within censorship.
Myths of the mighty perpetuated without.
Doubt is sidelined.
Fear is served.
Unlimit what you are allowed to think
Unlimit what you are allowed to say
Link to the spark that lit this piece:
Lovely listen. Always there when you need it, but never demanding.
I’m very pleased to announce that Ambient Soundbath Podcast #91 was put together by somebody new to me, who reached out via the website – Alaeddin Hallack – You can learn more about him below. This mix is very nice; Alaeddin really captured the essence of what an Ambient Soundbath is and programmed an excellent show accordingly with a variety of artists I’ve featured on my Restful Drones and Ambient Spaces Playlist on Spotify, but not here on the Soundbath.
Ambient Soundbath Podcast #91 Track List:
00:00 Warmth ― Essay
07:48 – Hakobune ― love knows where
17:20 – Andrew Lahiff ― Distant Fragments
23:21 – Fading Language ― A Space in the Silence
25:34 – Andrew Lahiff ― A Lingering Light
30:21 – Tonepoet ― Solar Wind
34:47 – kwajbasket ― and then i entered the void to find you
37:52 – Max Corbacho ― No Day nor Night
41:00 – Oöphoi ― Riding A White Swan Over Silent Lands
48:32 – Warmth ― Spherule
54:40 – Havenaire ― Brute Camp
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Dave Darby talks with Julia Steinberger, professor of ecological economics at the University of Leeds and a member of the IPCC, about her work and the links between biodiversity loss and economic growth. 3,107 more words
Spot on. Wonderful interview and read. Couldn’t agree more – and well worth sharing wider. Geoff from Tracing Horizons.
“The place is alive with butterflies.”
Living jewels dancing in the morning sun
Looking for love
An extension of themselves
Open up your wings
Claim your energies
Lively up a scene blanched with broken shells
Embroider life on dust,
where man made none.
Oblivious to all your nature brings
More precious felt within
Allowed to bear witness
You kissed us on the shin,
on the thigh, and on the cheek
Blushed aside by embarrassment,
Inwardly, a cry
Tarred with a little shame
as we recoiled at your stroke
You seemed a little hurt and rolled your wings like in a wilt
as I glanced away,
unfurled your flame and flew away.
Leaving me amongst the shells that stealthily assume
a life I hadn’t seen
behind the veil I’d placed between
Themselves performing their merry dance.
Texturing the scene the light danced up
Within its heart
The orphan child
11:30. E’Leclerc. A guy who has quite clearly had quite a serious stroke going out of his way to communicate with me, which he did – which we did. A beautiful moment of humanity shared.
You see – we can do it 😃
“Feels like we’ve changed climate, doesn’t it?”
16:00. Break. “Yipes!” Brushes grassho… no, cri… , no, er… praying mantis! Standing there, proud as punch – maybe shook out of its exoskeleton by this blundering giant that had just destroyed its slumber.
I was a bit taken aback, too 😱
“Well, stop looking like a blade of grass if you don’t wanna get run over!”
“And you eat men.”
Unless it was a man.
We were both on shaky ground.
On the coast
Sky is beautiful
Sounds are beautiful
Moods are tetchy.
We’ve noticed, accurately or not, that the wind on this coast veers between two extremes: complete calm and gusty-muthafuck. Tranquility in the morning. Gusty-muthafuck from about sundown (until we-don’t-know-when).
We’ve decided to camp here.
The tent’s swelling in and out like it’s on an overamped ventilator. The noises from outside are impudent thieves belligerently flicking off Finkel and Einhorn’s covers, secure in the knowledge they’re more than enough for our flagging wills.
And we’re tetchy.
Not being able to get a good night’s sleep should help.
In this game, you have to be understanding at all times – and we are fine – but sometimes: one of you will want to go on; one of you may want to stop; one of you will have overlooked something; one of you will absent-mindedly break something.
Sometimes, shit happens.
Which is great for sensitising yourself to the foibles of others while synergetically becoming sensitive to your own – and accepting them all as part and parcel of it all.
We had a couple of incidences today. We rolled over the first, as you do, as just a symptom of two souls who had not had coffee yet. And we were more than ready to acknowledge and apologise when we were the ones at fault at further incidences along the way.
Which is great.
And this evening’s sourness while putting up the tent was probably nothing, too, but coming on top of the further adjusting to the realities of keeping these wheels rolling, could we be approaching times when the shine starts coming off and the negatives speak more loudly?
Now we are doing this
and discovering how we feel within it.
We still speak, act, move in the same way.
We both speak, act, move in our own ways.
How long will they remain?
Oh, I don’t know. It’s just been an on-and-off day today. Sadly, it seems like much of the off is going to continue through the night, powered by this coastal wind.
Here in south-west Poland, we hear our neighbours ask: “What is it that you’re still growing in your garden now – in Winter?”. It’s something which we hadn’t given too much thought, in all honesty: it’s just another positive effect and outcome of last year’s No-Dig Gardening Project 2019 and crop rotation. We couldn’t be happier: picking vegetables from the garden in Winter – as we have been doing since last Summer – is such a satisfying and rewarding experience 😄
This Winter has been a particularly mild one, though, which has made it easier for us to keep the plants outdoors; fleece-protection being sufficient for those requiring it on the rare occasions when the temperature has dropped below zero. We don’t, as yet, have a greenhouse, polytunnel, or any cold frames, all of which make it much easier to grow vegetables during cold seasons – so everything that has survived and continues to thrive has done so out in the open air 💪 😀
The vegetables we’ve been growing this Winter are: cavolo nero (Lacinato kale), kale (brassica oleracea), beetroot, spinach, rucola, celeriac, carrots, parsley, parsnips, and garlic (though this is just sitting and waiting for Spring). When a frosty night is forecast, we cover with a fleece: the celeriac, parsnip, spinach, and rucola. The dormant garlic was permanently covered till mid-February.
Cavolo nero, kale, beetroots, and carrots, being quite hardy, have remained uncovered throughout and are loving their time with the elements 😄 In fact, the carrots taste even sweeter now than in November. We’ve been making sure that their roots – and those of the celeriac and beets, too – don’t stick out above the ground and have covered them with more soil, creating mini-mounds. The kales, particularly, seem to quite like the cold and are still very much producing.
We haven’t had to buy any: carrots, parsnips, celeriac, beetroots, parsley, kale, spinach, rucola, potatoes, cayenne peppers, dill, tomatoes (jarred following their final harvest of the season), or jam since last Summer – and we very much like it this way 😁
We’re planning to give our next Winter garden a proper think through this year, and grow more vegetables like kale or leafy greens, which end up in almost everything we eat or cook. So yes, all being well, more fresh vegetables next Winter and even more Summer fruits preserved 🤞👩🌾💚👨🌾