The forest is quiet as we leap and skip past dips with sleeping water. Trees and sky reflect in puddles across the path. Writing here beside the window, I too reflect how far we’ve come. The long grass glitters in the light. Butterflies and hover flies are dancing. After a week of wind and rain, it’s good to be back in the warm again.
summer solstice one half of the journey still to come
The beech tree’s green canopy spreads across the grey and blue of morning sky, exchanging glances with the younger ones. The carpet is still red and gold with memories of autumn. So many smells of old and new. We breathe in the past and exhale the present, before inhaling the present and exhaling the past again.
The trees speak of landslips, the earth falling down on boardwalks that wandered through the gorge beside the glistening water. It’s been a few years that the man-made trail was covered by nature’s own connections. The new found silence tells us, this is a more peaceful way.