5 AM, still in the darkness of mid-March morning, a pair of tawny owls starts vocalising at their would-be nesting grounds. They are probably still in courting phase. Female was desperately calling all through previous evening and male repeatedly approached. In the morning, first thing they did was passionately-sounding lovemaking...  At least that is my interpretation of the audio  recording. 
13. March 2022, 5 AM. Meoma, Estonia. Unattended recording (12 hours). Dogs and rooster in background.

Tawny Owls In Love

Two Dive (I - IV)

Reverie II

Borders, Scotland 18.3.2003 11:30am GMT

Tranquility is maybe best considered a state of mind. But it has a strong subjective connection with perceived soundscape. Can that be captured or expressed in a recording?

There was a week in March 2003 when spring rushed in with a pretence of summer up here on the Scottish Borders. Daytime temperatures were high, touching 20˚C in some sheltered moments. Breeze was light. Sound transmission was softened but not crabbed. Animal life responded in their own seasonal ways. Myself included.

I headed out to a nearby loch, lying in a basin on the edge of the hills, which I’d come to regard as a haven when I needed real quiet - a natural amphitheatre, with a fascinating spacious acoustic. 

Here’s a passage by that lochside.

loch of tranquility

A Fisherman saves a flounder who promises to make his life much better if he doesn't kill him. a moral about not being happy with what you have! 
The sea gets rougher and rougher each time he goes back.
From a Grimms Brothers story, The Fisherman and his Wife. 
I really want to know now what happened to the flounder after this story. He was an enchanted prince.... does he ever get free?

Flounder Flounder

Fuee (part 5)

Tonight I recorded the sound of thunder and rain and then started to play the flute on it. It's a Schreiber Selecta Flute, I'd played with a few years ago that was at my parents' house 🙂 I started to play on these sounds of nature, letting myself go as if the flute's melody became a prayer, an echo to this thunder. 

As it says in the Psalms, "The voice of the Lord is over the waters, the God of glory thunders, the Lord thunders over the mighty waters" (Psalm 29:3).

The beauty of nature's sounds, the gentle patter of rain, and the powerful rumble of thunder, creates a soothing ambiance that calms the soul. These natural symphonies invite us to turn our gaze towards the Creator, reminding us of His presence. Music, like the sounds of nature, becomes a vehicle of prayer, an appeal to God. 

Cover art by www.fiverr.com/s/lqkl9a

Prayerful Echo

Tapasyā

a collection of fairy stories and fantastical tales. Poems and tiny stories by me, Libby Hart and the Hans Christian Anderson collection. Mixed in with funky tunes, weird synths and anything else I thought of! 
FlounderLing is the personal space for Cliodhna Quinlan to indulge the weird side of her music production. She is the founder and songwriter for GreenBirdFlying... where all the nice stuff goes :)

Wind Libby Hart

Sutherland 19/5/2010 5:00pm. With raven and willow warbler.


Cuckoos

Empty Space

Founder member and songwriter for GreenBirdFlying which is my alt folk trio making new and original folk songs in collaboration with poets both long dead and still alive! 
Soundcloud is the home for the experimental side of my wanderings

Flounder Flounder

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