Dawnings
Run river, run
By Nicholas Hooper
Beneath my feet you run
water from the Welsh hills
and high behind us the mountain
bleak and flat, a place to practice war
So quiet here
except for the gentle roar of the river
reminding me of streams of thought
of consciousness of a spirit
within and without
This land was made for reflection
It may seem harsh but at its heart
lie the ties of family and of faithfulness
made over generations of living
close to this sacred land
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper