Bebo

Ainslie Henderson <ainsliehenderson>

	my bedroom smells of bonfires.	198 days ago
	This time last night I was lying in the woods, in the rain, in layers of warm clothes, staring at the opening of a badger's den. Thinking that it might mask our own noise, we were thankful for the sound of rain. I don't know if it wasn't enough, but badgers never arrived. we'd heard from a reliable source that wild animals are blind to light shone through a red filter at night. Maybe an eerie red light glaring from through the trees could seem discouraging. it was a good excuse to go sit in the forest in the dead of night and be reminded what the world sounds like really, underneath our audio litter. I'm still a bit travel sick from the bus ride home. sick four hours there and four hours back. like a right of passage to and from the underworld. My friends' little hut on the west coast. It's one of my favourite places. Like a tree house on the ground. no electricity. or running water. just a log fire and a gas cooker, and a water pump for pumping water that collects in a barrel from the roof. and a view like the most fantastic flying dream. Tree tops and water, land far enough on the other side to change through Scottish weather like songs shift on the radio. log baskets that must be filled. there are primal things of lifting and chopping and burning normally stolen from us under illusions of short cuts and conveniences. Dials or push buttons. but I do love my laptop. and digital camera. and pizza sometimes and coffee. and stuff. yes I love the stuff too. what do we do? sit in the mud and say I have rid myself of worldly desire. want for nothing, wait for enlightenment? there is a lot I can do without. and there's something about cutting up wood and putting it on a fire. to warm water. to cook. that stuff. we planted oak trees that will be growing 300 years after I'm dead. When it's so hard to be sure of anything, it's comforting to think 'planting trees is a good idea'. and to spend a weekend tending those you planted last year is a good idea too. it's dawning on me too that this record that I've started making, like the spindly oak trees in plastic tubes, is really another seedling from the hut on the west coast, and what a lovely place for a record to be born. http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h5... http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h5...
	posted by Ainslie Henderson

2 Comments:

	Mr Independant said...	198 days ago
	that sounds fantastic
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	Carol. said...	198 days ago
	The photos. Wow.
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