precious

He kept coming back to the silence. It was so big. And surprising. Even when a donkey brayed somewhere in the same valley – loud, long and loaded with loneliness – it did not change the silence, it enhanced it. Like jewels around a beautiful neck.

Ed smiled. You can be at the poshest hotel in the country, on the planet even, but a farmer can still put a lonely donkey in the field next door.

In the same way he couldn’t control what arose in his mind – or appeared in the world around him – but he could give it space.

Precious  is a moment from Transpose -a self-styled revolution available here.