Posts tagged with "light"


Enlightened Times?

 

Leve ignatius hyem

One aspect of life that we share with the natural world and which forcibly reminds us of our status as human animals is our relationship with light. Light was a theme of our time in Knoydart when we spent many hours outdoors. Our instinctive response to the fading light levels of autumn influences our energy levels, our food and drink choices, our sleep needs and notoriously,  in the light starved north, our mood. The changing of the clocks at the end of the month prompts the usual debate about how best to align time with light. The controversy about daylight saving is even more heated this year with a private members bill going through parliament in Westminster which proposes a three year trial of Single Double Summer Time (SDST = GMT+2). This would mean endless light in the summer and even darker mornings in winter but an extra hour of light in the evening (GMT+1). The arguments about safety, energy saving and social benefits are being rehearsed once more. But we cannot socially engineer nature. And in our production oriented culture driven by our presbyterian work ethic, there seems, for the majority of us, to be no avoiding the artificially imposed, unnatural schedule of the working day. The requirement that we get up and return home in darkness without seeing natural light all day means that not only are we doing, rather than being but that we are doing in the dark. No wonder we feel benighted. I admire Tom Hodkinson from The Idler and his courageous attempts to live a more naturally attuned life.  Leve ignatious hyem*

*Winter is lightened by fire , phrase used in medieval calendars

see article by Tom Hodgkinson here

Posted: October 29, 2010 | Author: Sheila Smith | Comments:  Add 

The hunter home from the hill

We have been blessed by cloudless blue skies and autumn sunshine since we arrived in Knoydart. Settled weather for the unsettling process. Today has been a day of highs and lows, lightness and darkness; the beauty of the place and our various expressions of fragility; the warmth of the sun and the emotional shadowplay.  Round the campfire, sprawled on the beach, and from our hard won positions on the hillside: checking in, making meaning, being heard, embracing silence. And Knoydart, impassive, unchanging witness to both the low vibrational peace generated by our short solo experience and the strident jubilation of the hunting horn. And the hunters home from the hill.

Posted: October 19, 2010 | Author: Sheila Smith | Comments:  Add