Finished my overnight protection stints with the Lake District Osprey Project. Being alone with the falling night and riding day connects with nature and the real rhythms of life in a way few other things can. At least that’s true for me. To appreciate the gift of life – perhaps sometime we need to spend some time in contemplation of the miracle that’s happening all around us, and what better time to do this than during the small wee hours when everything slows down and the sky turns. Its a little scary too. One glimpse of the sky reminds us how infinitely tiny we are in the perceived vastness of the universe. It’s a call back to our primordial nature and interlinking with the greater than usness of existence. No glow worms in the trees – just the glowing and turning of our own wormness.