Happy summer solstice to one and all. The ancient solar time capsule, slowly arcs across the sky. Neither man nor beast can control the tides of the cosmos. Make each moment count, this body slips away day by day to its inevitable return to the great mystery.
May your heart be like a wild forest, a home for every kind of strange creature to call home.
May your mind be as vast as the wide open sky, letting the clouds of thoughts pass by.
May your tongue only speak delicious kind words that ride on the frothing ocean waves of beauty.
May your body be a temple of sweet prayers and ecstatic love songs for every god and goddess that lives inside you.
The Swift, heftier in weight makes not only one of the most extreme of all migratory journeys, it does so without landing at a single point.
One bird was found to follow the Congo river west, leaving its mouth at the Atlantic and arching to Liberia in West Africa, across the Sahara, over Spain and France before finally reaching Cambridgeshire. Just three months later the same bird made the trip back; a round-trip of some 12,400 miles.
Other monitored birds followed different routes, some equating to a round-trip of 17,000 miles. The Swifts didn’t need to stop and feed, as all feeding takes place on the wing. Still, that is some feet, and that’s just migration alone.
No British summer would be complete without the screech of Swifts darting overhead. This distinctive call is incomparably evocative of a blissful, warm summers day; for me a trigger ...