Betwixt Lakeland & Edinburgh
I am glad to have been described
as ‘always enthusiastic’
by an energetic nine year
old who observes and then reflects
with her keen and critical care –
perhaps she has noticed that I
enthusiastically find
life-enhancing gifts in cupboards
drawers and nooks and crannies and
answers and more questions to my
frequent asking ‘why?’ – and in the
wondering I’m encouraged to
journey into heart and mind where
reminded of countless graces
I touch core spirit and soul in
all of us – infinite and kind
It’s wonderfully warm and the garden that seemed a bit sad and wintry a few weeks ago has once again become a celebration of tender shoots – and all serenaded by a cacophany of birdsong. Year after year I meditate upon this cyclical wonder – life called forth to Spring, Summer and Autumn from the various ‘tombs’ of Winter which, for its part, has provided the season of mulching and rest that, time and again, enables promised fruitfulness. And I catch myself joining the birds – singing!