Shifting, Slicing, Lifting, Burning
I have few rules: bring nothing into the glade, take nothing away and…
shifting, slicing, lifting, burning, YES.
There’s a rough attempt at composition (do composition and compost have the same root?)
And pleasure too in seeing how keen others are to play: best moment of the day, three of us shifting a moss laden log just far enough to echo its sculpted void, contemplating freshly revealed earth. And knowing too that when I’m next back – at the end of May – we can shift it again to have: old void, new void, new moss on old wood and less wood (as one end of the log is surely rotting away).
