A celebration of slowness
In gratitude during perilous times

Myth & Moor update


Friends have been urging me to stop apologizing for my absence from Myth & Moor due to circumstances beyond my control (health issues and a death in my family), but I can't help it. I am sorry that I haven't been here with you during the worldwide spread of Covid-19, when daily posts from the Dartmoor countryside might have provided some welcome distraction and comfort.

Tilly by David WyattI'm back in the studio now, catching up with work, intending to be with you in a more regular way . . . provided the Little Gods of telephone wires and Internet connectivity are kind to us. Our rural Internet service has always been slow and affected by storms; but lately, with the entire UK on lock-down and demands for connectivity rising, our service has gone from slow to a crawl. We are currently switching service providers, hoping to find a more lasting solution. While we wait for the switch to take place, however, our Internet access remains unpredictable. I'll post when I can, but it's likely to be erratic -- and that's another thing beyond my control. Okay, I won't apologize again, but I do thank you for your patience.

Benji 2

I also want to say a big thank you to all of you who have kept conversation going here (in the Comments section) while I've been away. Conversation maintains community; and community, to me, is everything. 

American naturalist Barry Lopez writes:

"Conversations are efforts toward good relations. They are an elementary form of reciprocity. They are the exercise of our love for each other. They are the enemies of our loneliness, our doubt, our anxiety, our tendencies to abdicate. To continue to be in good conversation over our enormous and terrifying problems is to be calling out to each other in the night. If we attend with imagination and devotion to our conversations, we will find what we need; and someone among us will act -- it does not matter whom -- and we will survive."

He is speaking of ecological crisis here, but his words could apply to a global pandemic as well. Coming together in our various communities is how we take care of and nurture each other.

I'm glad to return to this conversation. Stay safe, everyone. And let's keep talking.

Benji 3

Words: The quote is from"Meditations on Living in These Times" by Barry Lopez, published in Hope Beneath Our Feet, edited by Martin Keogh (North Atlantic Books, 2010).

Pictures:  A visit with sweet Benji, the elderly horse who lives down the road. The little drawing of Tilly is by her good friend (and ours) David Wyatt.


Thanks Terri,you are always inspirational and times are difficult.

Hang in there! And please be gentle with yourself; the best gift you can give us is to take care of yourself and your own needs!

I am finding that people are hungry for conversation during this difficult time. Friends with whom I rarely converse on the phone are ringing me up just to check in and chat. People I've interacted with on Facebook for years, but have never spoken to 1:1, are private messaging me to have quick conversations about a post I shared or something happening in their lives. And as my daughter and I take our almost-daily walks around our small town, people are no longer staring at phones or looking through other people. They are making eye contact, waving, saying hello (always from a safe six feet apart, of course). Sometimes, it all feels like everyone just looked up from what they were doing and suddenly noticed the rest of the world.

COnversation Manifests

in many ways:
daffodil to ground,
horse to master,
cat to lap,
dog to leash,
spoon to soup,
knife to cheese
(though cheese hears it
Water to well
speaks otherwise
to the riverbed.
Lightning converses
in various voices
to cloud,
or house,
or tree,
or ground
or to the lone golfer
with his club raised.
Baby to breast
speaks one way.
mother to child another.
You and I, face to face,
standing, sitting,
walking, reading aloud,
naked in bed
converse in differing
sometimes without speaking
at all.
Do not think
it is one way or another.
It is always that
and more.

©2020 Jane Yolen all rights reserved

Well said.

Isn't that just the most wonderful of unintended consequences! "Sometimes, it all feels like everyone just looked up from what they were doing and suddently noticed the rest of the world."
Thank you for this, Jamie!

Welcome back to your broad band of conversation, Terri. So nice to see your post, see the photos and unlock the hidden treasure of words to feed my heart.

Pip sends you and Tilly frantic tail wags and sloppy kisses.

Just been on the doorstep to applaud the medical and other services who are fighting this virus and looking after us. I'm pleased to say that many others were doing exactly the same, some were ringing bells and others were cheering too.

This crisis is having some unexpected effects! As a life-long labour voter I have to say even the Tories have stepped up to the plate! Credit where credit is due.

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