Chillier feel to the morning air this campervan morning. The ups and downs of the UK autumn continues. Stream rising from warm coffee and breath on air. The sky appears clear, and the noises are a mixture of modernity and the calls of early morning birds, mainly crows once more. A welcome freshness nipping at fingers and nose. I love a chill, brisk start to the day, though we are not quite there yet, it feels almost exclusively mine. Despite the suburban busyness unfolding around me, I am alone under the oak, the experience is all mine. I am able absorb and witness its unfolding at my pace, alone with my own thoughts, my own journal and away from the hurly burly of life for a wee while. the part of me that need to meet other demands and the demands of the self remains asleep. I think being up earlier and the absence of light also keeps modernity and the need to do at bay. Katherine May writes ;
“ Light, nowadays, can feel like an intruder, always seeming to carry with it a unit of information, or an obligation.”
The obligation to be busy, to do, to start the day or to continue the day. In his poem ‘For Light’ John O’Donohue muses ;
“ In the glare of neon times, Let our eyes not be worn By surfaces that shine With hunger made attractive.”
The early morning darkness carries with it a certain specialness, a breath of freshness, as Adler wrote ;
“ All great beginnings start in the dark, when the moon greets you to a new day at midnight.”
The day ends in darkness and starts with darkness. Some times it’s long and deep and at other times it’s short and sweet. Lovely days people.
“ Light cannot see inside things. That is what the dark is for: Minding the interior, Nurturing the draw of growth Through places where death, In its own way turns into life.” John O’Donohue.
It’s too dark for a picture this morning. So this is an old one.
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