In the Well space

These daily sabbaticals in the Well space are of discovery. Not only of my physical relationship to the elements: Moulding red, clammy clay; Exposing cold rock, once blanketed in thick mud, formed in fire and water, now exposed to air and the enquiring stroke of my fingertips.

But they are an exercise in a deeper listening, and as sound vibrates the inner bones of my ear. These messages land in the spaces between them.