Dull, damp and unseasonably warm once again. Dark heavy clouds and the scent of rain everywhere, puddles and drips abound this campervan morning. Monday morning commute fast underway for many, the moan of concrete and tarmac in the air both near and far. Birds are busy, the air feels busy or maybe it’s just the emotional attachment to it being a Monday. The sky is streaked with contrails, blueness and grey, a kiss of pink in the rising of the sun. Magpies are back, they have been absent for a wee while, starlings in the oak, a far off cockerel and the usual suburban garden sounds. Nature and the morning has set out its stall and on we go. What I have enjoyed is watching it change shape and shift. Never being still, graduating from darkness to light, from cloud to blue, from chill to warmth. Greeting them with a smile. Anticipating the start of the week. A quiet day yesterday, no sign of the sun made it appear to drag into dullness. Renewed energy with sight of the light this morning. I love how these few moments in the morning, rally against the estrangement that we as people have with nature. To come out here with no fixed agenda, but to be with the holy trinity of early morning, nature and my thoughts. The process and place resonates with me. I may have quoted this before but Vaclav Cilek who wrote the beautifully titled ‘ To Breath with Birds ‘, a book about landscapes, and I quote “ A smaller place with which we resonate is more important than a place of great pilgrimage “. Lovely days people.
“ I shall plunge down into the abysmal horror of madness and death—or I shall walk upon the dawn.” Marjorie Cameron.
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