We had a conversation about words lost in translation, or rather about understanding the meaning of the word in the first place. Barycentre. I look up its translation into Chinese since this is where the conversation started and then back again into English. I’ve been reading Encounters with Plants, Stars and Animals - Things That Are by Amy Leach, and I find a chapter on orbiting objects. 
The Earth is heavy and blue. The Moon circles the Earth. The Earth circles the sun, and both orbit around a point inside of the Earth (which is not the centre of the Earth) - the barycentre. 

I'm making new work, small birds in a bowl, more tumble than flight, with all the words it has gathered. With which to build a nest.

Adam's Wood

“Isn’t that a kind of prayer? The care and maintenance of the web of our noticing, paying heed?” - Kathleen Jamie, Findings.
Today I walk up into the woods to check on the bluebells. To see if the flower buds are starting to show and I am not disappointed. Here they are. Waiting for the sunshine and warmth to encourage them out. I pick up a stone and another. The delicate tracing of a sea urchin, a shepherd’s crown, embedded in one. An small filter funnel green with exposure to the elements. The first flowers of spring and broken white, last years hatching. Findings. Small treasures.