The fields this year in Ireland are full of Pheasants, with their beautiful colours, which ground us in the vibrancy of the here and now, and save us from our common mistake of thinking that life can be found elsewhere.

Life is no passing memory of what has been
nor the remaining pages in a great book
waiting to be read.

It is the opening of eyes long closed…
It is Moses in the desert
fallen to his knees before the lit bush.
It is the man throwing away his shoes
as if to enter heaven
and finding himself astonished,
opened at last,
fallen in love with solid ground.

David Whyte, The Opening of Eyes

photo Debbie Turner