Wanderings

While I was cycling through Sefton Park the other day I noticed how the sunlight caught the water on the lake to illuminate the stepping stones which cross one of its feeder streams. That, coupled with the dappling sunlight through the trees produced a rather enchanted scene. To add still further to the magical day, high in the skies above the lake and adjacent field I caught sight of my first swifts and swallows of the year, swooping and swishing through the electric air.

Amiina, are a wonderful musical ensemble from Iceland I’ve recently discovered while listening to Falling Tree Productions Short Cuts on radio four. Sorry, I can’t remember which particular episode but you can work your way through their back catalogue on Soundcloud here as I have been doing. It is a treasure trove of delight.

I wonder,
I wonder a mountain.
I wonder today.
I want to see all see clearly.
I wonder today:
What are we waiting for?
Just pick up your shoes and go.
What are we waiting for?
Just pick up your shoes and go.
What are we waiting for?
Today is the best we have!
I walk up,
I walk up a mountain.
I want to let all
Feel small, see all see clearly.
I want to let go.
What are we waiting for?
Just pick up your shoes and go.
What are we waiting for?
Today is the best we have!
What are we waiting for?
Just pick up your shoes and go.

This beautiful song by Monica Zetterlund and Bill Evans called Vindarna Sucka (The Wind Sighs) also comes to mind. Here it is with a video of some of the photographs I’ve been working on.

I am quite used to this “self-isolation”, I’ve been working from home for well over a year now. I’m comfortable in my own company and I have plenty of things to attend to at home to keep me occupied, so boredom is a stranger in my home.
I’ve found that I need to have some structure to my days, especially since the onset of this awful pandemic. So I divide my time with photography, editing and decorating, although the decorating is going slowly because materials are difficult to source.

I do miss my long walks in the countryside and woods and coast. Communing with nature, being attentive to the lives of the birds and trees and the myriad of fellow creatures in the long grass beneath the hedgerow. I hear the wind sigh through the tall poplar trees, calling me, and I am reminded of Mary Oliver’s poem;

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally, the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness,
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.