Great Mell Fell

After the excitement of being asked to bring my drain rods and helping to clear a friend's drain this morning (I get unnaturally excited at the prospect of getting my drain rods out and am never happier than when down a drain - probably not something I should be admitting to) we walked in Cowraik Quarry, a lovely example of Penrith sandstone an ancient dune system, and had an interesting discussion about our mind maps of the world. It was also a curious experience to have someone notice what it is that you notice and decide to blip and it has made me wonder whether we blip what we see, what we want to see, what confirms our experience of the world or what helps to express our experience of the world, or a mix of all these things and more. This isn't what I actually blipped because it didn't come out so well - this was a second walk later on, but probably more of the same.

'I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language.' (Rainer Maria Rilke)

What Birds Plunge Through Is Not The Intimate Space -Rainer Maria Rilke
(translated by Gabriel Caffrey)

What birds plunge through is not the intimate space,
in which you see all Forms intensified.
(In the Open, denied, you would lose yourself,
would disappear into that vastness.)

Space reaches from us and translates Things:
to become the very essence of a tree,
throw inner space around it, from that space
that lives in you. Encircle it with restraint.
It has no limits. For the first time, shaped
in your renouncing, it becomes fully tree.