Blowing through

12176095_10205245684397290_856475082_oExposed granite is honest: winds have rounded its jagged edges, surface adornments of lichen and moss stand no chance here.

Artifice is lost, there is no deception, no smiling or beguiling whilst offering the weighed down walker an easier route. All is laid bare, no promises are made. What you see is what you get.

And yet, as the rain ceases and the blackness of the curtained sky is blown through, the stone’s surface sparkles and glitters in the new light: seducing us with its contract of power, knowledge and endurance.

Yesterday, I stood by the lake.

Picture 023Before the disturbance of stick in water and barking of the black dog, all was silent. The peace surrounded us and the molten autumnal sunshine dripped over the shore. The surface of the lake beckoned weary travellers to it. Transfixed, I watched a flock of Canada geese make their final descent. With all the clunkiness and mechanism of an air craft, they lowered their legs in an ungainly dance. A v of skis ready for impact. All of this happened within twenty feet of me and my canine companion. With front row seats to such a spectacle, I applauded joyfully as all made an exhausted landing and I left a different person.