Excerpt from The Wild Places by Robert MacFarlane

“Beechwood….The wind was rising, so I went to the wood. It lies south of the city, a mile from my home: a narrow, nameless fragment of beech-wood, topping a shallow hill. I walked there, following streets to the city’s fringe, and then field-edge paths through hedgerows of hawthorn and hazel.

Rooks haggled in the air above the trees. The sky was a bright cold blue, fading to milk st its edges. From s quarter of a mile away, I could hear the noise of the wood in the wind; a soft marine roar. It was the immense compound noise of friction- of leaf fretting on leaf, and branch rubbing on branch.” …

 

“For the Celtic Christian monks living in wild places “attention was a form of devotion and noticing continuous with worship”…

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