Permie Prose

An offspring from the Haiku Chain
let's bring prose to life again.
in permie style
free from form, it doesn't have to rhyme.

Observe the words, see what they can do
describing a moment, a mood or you.


Today
Rain, blessed rain,
finally soaking the sun-baked clay.

There are holes in the ground.
Holes and tunnels.
We need a cat.
A cat for my birthday
how neat would that
be.

I have given you what I know
And helped you to build and plant.
If you go forward together in this way
Nations and kingdoms will become irrelevant.
For you will create your own nation.
Which, if it is valid, will cover the world.
And in which there are neither kings nor gods.

Bill Mollison

A network of beings
sending impulses
- my Heart to the field
and back again

Weaving understanding
of belonging, purpose
and creative co-evolution

To shape a place
a space
closely listening
to what we want to create
together.

Seasonal living

Cleaning out the RMH
repairing with clay from the pasture
filtered, so smooth.

Firing up the first time
after all the dry heat of summer

Satisfaction and gratitude
for all the work
and elements
- the clay
the wood
and Permies

Misty morning

a light drizzle.

On my way to the chicken coop

button mushrooms winking at me

from the grass.

Happiness is; finding lunch

before breakfast.