Good morning from under the oak and a return to suburban campervan mornings for a wee while. The oak now in full flourish, though it looks like an acorn free year this year. The sun is up, the sky is blue, a few clouds dancing through. The grass has a palette of summer colours, broken greens and burnt browns. The sounds of nearby cars, no rumble from nearby motorways to speak of. Planes passing overhead, the usual non travelling routine. A sense of coming down after being on the road for 65 days and 4000 plus miles of driving. There is a welcome sense of not having to make decisions, about where to go next, finding parking places and the usual routines of life on the road. Though I am sure that will pass and the desire to get away will be back. Clearing, sorting and cleaning has been the order of the last few days and as I say the return to the suburban routines that mark the passing of the days. Also having now gone full circle from pulling away on the 7th May and returning yesterday. Reflecting on adventures and experiences past and those to come. John O’Donohue wrote that :
“ Your life becomes the shape of the days you inhabit.”
It really stuck me the shape of the days, whilst away and the life I led and now the shape of them here from under the oak. Also having had a quick trip into London to meet up with some much loved old work colleagues, reliving for a few hours the shape of days gone by and the life lived then. Reflecting on the twists and turns of those days and as John wrote how they shaped the life you inhabit. Lovely days people.
“ I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.” Sylvia Plath.
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