Another very painful day, br
ain fog is clouding any useful thought. I spend the day pottering trying to define what I should be doing. I am so aware that the winter is edging closer. I make lists of things that I need to do to resource next year from the fruits of this year. I gather seeds from the wild flower meadow,
I research how to save seeds. All the methods recommended look like Victorian categorisation. It looks unnatural. How can I save seeds in such a way as to communicate my place as part of the natural world, augmenting the season’s processes not squaring all the corners.
Co Tidal screening an hour of the sea. Beautiful, meditative, rhythmic. Contributions from community members blended into soothing footage of the coast and sea with TK’s drawings. I will pause and reflect.
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