Wonderings

Most times whilst wandering and wondering through the fields and woods and coastlines
I call the names of the creatures I see and see me.
Call the rabbit, hare and kestrel
Moorhen, coot and heron
Call the pewit known as lapwing
And the spadger, lovely sparrow.
And the blackbird, oh the blackbird
I call to them and they see me.


I had my first Zoom meeting yesterday. There were lots of us listening to Robert Macfarlane and Jackie Morris talk about their book, The Lost Spells. It was as beautiful and magical as I had hoped for.
I have had this song echoing in my heart ever since.

Enter the wild with care, my love And speak the things you see
Let new names take and root and thrive and grow
And even as you travel far from heather, crag and river
May you like the little fisher, set the stream alight with glitter
May you enter now as otter without falter into water
Look to the sky with care, my love And speak the things you see
Let new names take and root and thrive and grow
And even as you journey on past dying stars exploding like the gilded one in flight, leave your little gifts of light
And in the dead of night my darling, find the gleaming eye of starling
Like the little aviator, sing your heart to all dark matter
Walk through the world with care, my love
And sing the things you see
Let new names take and root and thrive and grow
And even as you stumble through machair sands eroding
Let the fern unfurl your grieving, let the heron still your breathing
Let the selkie swim you deeper, oh my little silver-seeker
Even as the hour grows bleaker, be the singer and the speaker
And in city and in forest, let the larks become your chorus
And when every hope is gone, let the raven call you home…