I was excited to show the kids parts of the woods they've not seen before. We walked the ancient ring and then spent a long while up in the top of the bird hide watching birds. Zander, it turns out, is a pro! He clocked up the most spotting's and the smallest spotting too - a gorgeous wren that looked to all intents and purposes like a jumping leaf so well camouflaged amongst the carpet of Beech leaves it was. He spotted a pair of blue tits dancing up a twisted tree trunk and identified a wood pigeon in flight! Today's little outing has been an obvious inspiration to him. All the way back home he was talking non-stop about what to put in his nature journal and we have decided we are going to put together a 'woodland adventure bag' to grab and run with; including a pair of real binoculars, our nature journals, pencils, plastic wallets and sticky tape, identification books and a bag of peanuts to leave as offerings to birds and squirrels. My heart literally soars with his enthusiasm. This is the nourishment I enjoy providing the most for their souls, because this is where my soul is most at home.
Being back in the same spot I took myself to on saturday was therapeutic in its familiarity. Only this time I didn't even notice the sickening trees that seemed so bold a metaphor before and the same mantra of good intention shuffled forwards automatically to take centre stage in my mind. Walking works. The woods really are a spiritual home. It is their resonance, the frequency harmonious to that of the core of my being, that is so healing.
So that was our big earth-LOVE-in day. Essentially we were together and happy and that is all I ever wish for. In contrast yesterday was another shitty ass day just like saturday so there is no rhyme or reason to any of it. Just got to take the rough with the smooth, always strive for smooth and cherish the goodness with the whole of my being when it does find us.
Walking always with wonder, love and light X