Walking in the Fall

Dearest friends,

It’s a long time since we offered you an episode of Walking With Goats. Indeed, I didn’t think we’d make another. Fran and I have not been idle of course (and do take a peek or perhaps even join us in our efforts at radical abundance here in the real world). But much to my own surprise, I think it’s time to set off on this stroll again.

Disillusioned by a view framed in regular rectangles, I do believe that a quiet agitation has come; a murmur of curiosity amongst flocks of all kinds. The hay harvest was poor this year, but the grass is long and lush beyond the fences.

For those who have never wandered along the oft surprising lanes with us before, let me first explain that our title isn’t metaphorical.

Please do review our many previous outings.

What occupies our thoughts of late is the meeting point between two age-old processes - that of accumulation and that of commutation - and we’ll be in touch about our ruminations on these matters soon.

Fran sees acorns and binary and I see falling leaves. The journeys never do make sense until the endings.

Here we are at present though, just before a new beginning, setting out (we very much hope with your company) soon.

Early in the morning, before October’s startling sun can reach the meadow’s black oak bark and capture what is left to us of its gold assemblies - under the old tin roof in the shadow of The Darlings’ Nice House, a new mood is stirring.

They’re listening closely for what’s to come.

R&F

xxx