Happy Christmas

A very happy Christmas from the magpie that eats leftover cat food; from the robin that perches on the aerial of my car, eats bread from the window and poos on the roof; from the copper-budded beech trees to which snow still clings; from the squirrel that crouches on a branch, body motionless, upright tail undulating like a snake; from dripping crystal icicles filled with light that hang from the gutter; from the two cats, John and me; from Iain mcGilchrist and Robert Twigger whose books I am slowly reading. At some level we are all connected.