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Footsteps, of an ancient place.

None of your knowledge, your reading, your connections will be of any use here: two legs suffice, and big eyes to see with. Walk alone, across mountains or through forests. You are nobody to the hills or the thick boughs heavy with greenery. You are no longer a role, or a status, not even an individual, but a body, a body that feels sharp stones on the paths, the caress of long grass and the freshness of the wind. When you walk, the world has neither present nor future: nothing but the cycle of mornings and evenings. Always the same thing to do all day: walk. But the walker who marvels while walking (the blue of the rocks in a July evening light, the silvery green of olive leaves at noon, the violet morning hills) has no past, no plans, no experience. He has within him the eternal child. While walking I am but a simple gaze.

Words: Frédéric Gros, A Philosophy of Walking. Image: JesseJames.

World Clean Up Day

World Clean Up Day is Saturday 19th September. There will be clean ups at five points along the River Dodder.  All Dodder Action clean ups will be within current Covid restrictions (15 people max outside, contact numbers taken).  Please bring your own gloves if you have them.

Weiry Hearts Litter Mugs will meet at Balrothery Weir in Firhouse at 10.30am to litter pick in the area.

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This Moment

A neighbourhood.
At dusk.

Things are getting ready
to happen
out of sight.

Stars and moths.
And rinds slanting around fruit.

But not yet.

One tree is black.
One window is yellow as butter.

A woman leans down to catch a child
who has run into her arms
this moment.

Stars rise.
Moths flutter.
Apples sweeten in the dark.

Words: Eavan Boland. Image: JesseJames.