Cloud Shadows

Standing alone on Bluebell hill, I watched the clouds go by, their shadows like smudges of ink gliding across the countryside. A thought came to mind – do these shadows at some mysterious level leave behind their tracks in the landscape, or do they simply, without a trace,  dissolve with their twin in the sky?

Morning Light

This morning’s walk:

The soft morning sunlight has this unassuming power to gladden the heart of things and to call them forth into the confidence of a new day. It’s not a glaring light shaking us into forceful wakefulness, but a gentle one, introducing and revealing the day with poise and with grace.

Surfaces

The still and mirror-like surface of the lake was suddenly broken by the rising of a large fish, its fins dripping droplets of orange in the light of the setting sun. A sublime moment of disclosure, an epiphany, then disappearing beneath its watery world as quickly as it arrived.

I was reminded of the many thoughts, ideas and risings that have broken the surfaces of my life, and my responses to them – those that were acknowledged and actualised, and those that were simply left to sink below the surface again?

Seeing Both Sides

“The man who sees both sides of a question is a man who sees nothing at all.”

So says, Oscar Wilde. Not sure I agree. The person who sees both sides is precisely the person who sees. But if it simply means seeing both sides with nothing flowing from it, then the person does see nothing at all.

The ability to see both sides of an issue needs to inform and lead to decision and action. Only holistic seeing and thinking nurtures wise opinion, decision and action. 

Singing Football Fans

Football fans singing
warlike, slightly off key
throaty guttural sound
Concentrating more on the
manliness of voice
than the melody itself.

I love football and I’m always amused by the singing of the fansespecially now by the undergoing change as more and more women assert themselves in the support and playing of the game.