So long since I have been to the old track and my den there, I have missed it so. For personal reasons, due to health and circumtances I just dont go as much as I used to but on Sunday last I finally made it. I just had to feel the new energy, hoping always to glean some.
How many times i have been along this track in the last 16 years, I thought I knew every last inch of it and all that flourishes, blooms, dies and is born again there year after year but I had never noticed this wound on this tree before. I see a heart, you may not but I saw a heart and I felt it was a gift from a loved place , I never seen it before for I did not need it before....on sunday I needed some heart and this old worn down path gave me just that.
The Track has not got its canopy just yet but the stark bare place of only a month ago is greening up, the sun just bounces of the ivy, the meaning of ivy in the meaning of plants book is fidelity, affection and married love, how lovely for something that can poison or strangle its host, some of the Ivy vines are inches thick and wind way up tot he tree tops.
I have mentioned before I think that this track was an old railway line until 1954 , the sleepers are gone and only the leaves sleep and the bees and the wild flowers until spring but there are still signs of the old days and there are the Railway fence posts, this year I am going to gild the round part in 23ct gold leaf, few will see but those that do will look and wonder, I hope. If while they ponder, they hear the brilliant and varied bird song, the sea across gravel, the rustle of the little vole, then they will know why " when i am dead i shall return for every day i did not spend by the sea" a lovely poem from Neil Astleys Being Human.
See , I told you everything just waiting, the Honeysuckle above has white flowers seen on this blog somewhere from last year the, leaves have just opened, i never stop thinking it all a wonderful miracle even though i know it is not.
this oak tree has a way to go before it bursts into leaf think of all that energy, just needed a little more sun a little more light, just like me.
As I have not been feeding the birds that visit my den recently, when i got there the feeders were bare and no a single bird to be seen but then one by one they return, I was amazed at just how effective this little souls camouflage was.
so that it is it for now, i reflect that no matter how deep the wounds of sorrows past and present or how tired the feeble body, there are places given to us to heal the soul and this old place is that for me.
