Reading the Transcript

The way we communicate with other beings comes in many different forms and I would say that my creative process plays a very large part in my direct experience of the natural world. I have been ‘communicating’ with nature through writing poetry for a long time; paying exquisite attention to what is going on around me and trying to articulate any feelings and impressions I receive into a cohesive set of delicately crafted words.

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Many people immediately put up blocks when they hear the word poetry, feeling it is ‘too deep’ or complicated to understand and it is precisely because of this that I aim to keep my transcripts as factual as possible. However, with the nature of intuition being what it is, I am often faced with a gateway in which I can pass wherein elements of the transcript become more poetic in quality. I find this only natural, as when I connect in with an animal, I often receive metaphors, dreamlike imagery and symbolism back from them.

When you read your transcript, I invite you to walk through this gateway too; don’t worry unnecessarily about the meaning behind it all ~ instead, let go; listen to the sound of the words as they fall into your mind and allow yourself to be moved by the spaces in between the phrases, the rhythm in the natural breaks, the pauses in breath and the variations in pace just as if you are listening to the wind moving through trees.

Poetry is alchemy if you give it the chance to work itself into your soul.

Although the transcript will have its own set boundaries ~ in the form of the words laid out on a page ~ when you start to read, it may seem to take on a Wild Life of its own; otherworldly, sacred, sentient and magical. This is the gift your beloved companion is giving to you. The gateway can only open up with your wholehearted and complete presence however; it takes a certain skill and dedication to coax the wildness out of words.

I write as an animal’s representative but I also aim to write as a craftsman would lovingly carve a spoon out of a rough oak limb. I allow the words to shape themselves on the page of their own volition, using the metaphoric knots and grains in the wood to carve out the sacred space in the same way a woodsman would use his knife.

It was only after I started listening deeply to animals and writing down what I received, that I realised animal communication and poetry are deeply linked.