Today has been a day of shadows and sun, birdsong, windsong, clatter and clang, car horn lorry reverse, raven call, wave turn and tumble. On the beach friends and dogs and rocks in the sand like sleeping dragons. Gannets, white birds following a river of silver fish, three swans slow flying out over blue water.
The bowl does seem alive. She likes the light better than the dark of the cave, the space better than the hard of the rock, the breeze and the sunshine. In these she comes quicker to sound. Or maybe it is me that likes the more.
I dip the bowl in the water of a circle rock pool, worn away by time and tide and play and the sound rises and swirls with a different texture.
I think about the people far away. When Gaia shrugs she shows us all how fragile, how futile we are. We need to learn respect for the earth and throw away the respect we have for all things moneyed. The 'City' still plays its games as the stock market falls in Tokyo and I feel a sick sadness inside. The game player will once more profit from the misery of others, but maybe the world will learn and listen.
Only a few hundred years ago the tower of St Davids Cathedral was split by an earth quake. An age ago for fragile humans, less than the blink of an eye for the earth.
Nowhere is safe for nuclear power stations to be built. The earth is a living, moving creature.