Another year is yawning itself into winter — a winter bringing many portents of discontent. If I may rob the rhythm of his observation, I’m beginning to think that a surfeit of news can steal joy from the soul. I saw my first shrew this summer, albeit a dead one, but a shrew nonetheless. Planting trees is a great generator of perspective, especially oak trees. A break from the news cycle to contemplate the might of an oak generates a perspective that raises the eye to a higher horizon and feeds the soul.

Source: Irish Independent October 10, 2020 07:07 UTC