Shedding

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I write this on the day of the first frost of the year - a white veil, a frosted curtain laid over grass and shrubs. Shostakovich is on Radio 3 and Iran and Iraq are split and moved. The earth groaning in anticipation of change.

The earth does not shift here - well not for many years. I remember my wardrobe waking me one morning by performing a percussion against the bedroom wall back in the early 1980's.

I rethink purpose - what is the motivation for living and breathing on such a day? I pray and filter out my conspicuous faults through my visible breath in the crisp air - and the awareness of another realm - found for example in a patch of golden light or in the exquisite beauty of a yellow hawthorn leaf on the background of dark leaf litter -
I shed my old skin and am renewed again in this garden of delights.






Paul.

Comments

  1. Diana Studer15 November 2017 at 18:23

    Way down south we have a cold snap and snow on the mountains.

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    1. Paul Steer15 November 2017 at 22:41

      We are having a very mild Autumn despite this one frost - and it seems that we are in for milder Winters according to the 'experts' !

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  2. Anne Wareham15 November 2017 at 23:04

    O love the frosty pics and a good frost. Not happened here yet. Amazing really how late it is.

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    1. Paul Steer16 November 2017 at 07:17

      Some of my favourite pics of Veddw by Charles are the ones of the frosted hedges - frost does accentuate the architectural nature of a garden in a special way.

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    2. Anne Wareham16 November 2017 at 10:16

      True. And it's like snow - seems to get rarer.... xx

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