I’ve been away one month and during that time Summer has wrapped itself around every nook and cranny. This gentle land has been clothed in a carpet of lush green velvet.
The grass in the fields has grown tall; the larks and corncrakes and cuckoos are out in force and the air is scented with honeysuckle.
I am back. At the beach. In the early morning light contemplating the days ahead and solving the problems of my world.
World View: Seat of Power at the North End, Isle of Iona
The waves are gently lapping, and after a fairly hectic couple of weeks, all is suddenly quiet and still. The question is starting to form in my mind: “What next?”
I can’t write a list so it crosses my mind I should make the most of the moment and meditate. But it’s kinda fast-tracked as I’m jet-lagged and my attention span isn’t great so I close my eyes.
And suddenly there is music – loud music – and it seems to be coming from my pocket. I must have knocked my phone and one of favourite songs is now ringing out and joining the birdsong at the beach.
It just seems so funny but as I listen, I am somewhat amazed to find that the words are poignant and applicable.
It finishes and as I am thinking how random it was, the song starts again. This gets my attention because I’ve never used the repeat function on my phone and it’s all just happening on auto-pilot!
So I smile and listen again more intentionally, then think when it’s quiet again: What a coincidence!
Without doing a thing, she starts to sing one last time. I am fully attentive now, I sit very still and listen with the ears of my heart…..
Honeysuckle in the Hedgerows