Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste – Theodore Roethke
The sun warms our backs as we walk along a narrow trail between dandelion clocks and flowers. Rhododendron and lilac are in bloom and their scent seems extra sweet this morning. We feel at one with the wood, the bog lands and the meadow as if we have always been part of earth’s garden.
World War Two defences along our coast are tilting and sinking into tidal sands. Blocks of cement filled with local stone were here to stop tanks arriving via ship and water. After the war, these lines were left here, just in case. Today, some are used to rest towels of swimmers and surfers. Others become picnic tables or a shelter from the wind. When you touch them with your hand you feel the vibration of wind and waves, the pulse of the earth in the local stone. There is a lot to be grateful for when we remember all those who helped us live in peace.
First of all we want to say a huge thank you to all our blogging friends, fellow poets, photographers and prompters who make this such a wonderful space to meet and share in these extraordinary times.
We are also grateful to the health service, rescue services and the large number of volunteers who continued to provide support for people and animals in need throughout the year – your work has been amazing.
We’ll reflect on the year season by season, listing the posts you liked the most.
The year began with new travel and meeting restrictions in place and we enjoyed a rare covering of snow. With less traffic, the air quality improved and wildlife moved into town.
all is quiet in winter’s lockdown nature gives and we gratefully receive the deer near our windows
Travel restrictions were gradually lifted throughout Spring and we had more freedom of movement. The season of fresh growth and flowers also brought the unexpected loss of one of our much loved vets in a mountain accident and the sudden loss of a dear friend who died of a condition she did not know she had. Our thoughts and prayers are with their family and friends for whom this is the first Christmas and New Year without them and with all of you who have lost loved ones this year too.
shenandoah a shaman plays the piano past the sorrows, new rivers flow into this world
We were blessed with a long, warm Summer. People travelled from far and wide to spend time in the Highlands and most of us stayed close to home to avoid the crowds. In the season where it barely gets dark the days were long enough to make a few day-trips to quieter places.
waiting or leaving the choices we make when we’re free