This site started as a blog. These days it hardly has anything new to say, but remains as a sprawling overgrown labyrinth, still here for all comers, whether regular readers or stray visitors on some quest of their own. Hard to find, deliberately not signposted. Perhaps it might be refurbished.
A designer hired for the job would ask the owner “What are we trying to do here? What does this edifice stand for?”
In the course of their discussion themes and topics would emerge, woven together, overlapping, but capable of being labelled, sorted and stored in different areas. Like objects in a museum.
So then the designer would ask, “How does the visitor gain access to 600 exhibits? Where are the walls, stairs, doors & windows? How are they to be navigated?”
Let’s suppose they came up with fourteen strands, as follows. All they have to do now is arrange the contents of each room. Then they might think of putting the place on the map.
Wayfaring: walking purely for communion with nature, physical movement and contemplation
Bloggery: made-up word, not in the dictionary, but easily understood by browsing here.
Reviews: mostly of books, occasionally films and music
Pieces of a life: in no particular order
Connexion:at a soul level to people, Nature or God (the agnostic’s kind)
Home Patch: anyywhere reachable on foot or local bus. A microcosm unmediated by media; this blogger’s eye view of direct reality
Voices: from guest writers and other sources
Creation: the great mystery of something arising from nothing; which then evolves into everything, including us. As mirrored in art of every kind, especially the art of simply being
Outreach: Connexion outside of the soul level, such as politics, economics, commerce, technology
Wondering: Ideas dance alluringly, but I have to admit I don’t really know
All creatures: the wondrous variety of humans and other animals
Fragility: this side of death, everything can go wrong or break. Why is there suffering? Can it be a blessing in disguise?
Places: leaving my Home Patch to visit somewhere interesting
Intimations: which seeem to come from some place that is not me, as if out of the sky