I tell myself I’ve come here to think something through. Something I’ve been thinking about that could do with a walk to get it straight. But as soon as I arrive I know the place isn’t going to put up with that. Because the place itself wants to be noticed. And in the noticing my nagging thoughts melt away. Which is probably what I’ve really come here for anyway.
I’m on the Shining Shore, the walk around Thurstaston that’s been one of my main meditation places, alone and with Sarah, for many years now.
I’m in the middle of my week and a half of not working and I’ve come for an afternoon out on the Wirral. Some walking, some reading and my lunch is in my bag. Continue reading “A Wirral Meditation”
On our way into Wales Sarah and I drive through many miles of the brutal ‘we’ve broken the sky’ kind of rainfall we get too often in these climate-changing days. But we keep going because, well, it’s a day out, an adventure and we’re determined to enjoy it.Besides, we’ve been where we’re going many times before, though not for a long time now, and we know it can have good weather even when it’s raining everywhere else. That’s how it is with Paradise.
Across the bridge then to Anglesey and two left turns later we arrive at Niwbwrch. Where we turn left again, through the pine woods and down to the beach.
Some things are just perfect aren’t they? Not in a showy kind of way. But just perfectly done or perfect in their very nature.Let’s start with perfectly done. The latest 3 of our Community Land Trust Houses to be finished in Granby 4 Streets.
It would be fair to say more than a few of us have poured our hearts and souls into recovering and restoring these long empty houses.
After Saturday’s revealing walk around the poor selection of breathing spaces in Liverpool City Centre, on Sunday we headed across the river to one of our favourite places for walking, sitting and just being, Wirral’s Shining Shore around Thurstaston. So as the working week here in the city gets underway, here’s how things are just a few miles away, where springtime is starting.
A work meeting for 11:30 in the morning is called off because someone’s sick (get well soon Ann Marie x). So what to do? Shall I fill in the time before my next appointment at 2 in the afternoon with other work or shall I go for a walk in the early spring sunshine? Easy choice, I put my boots on and set off.
So I walk in that general direction, with detours.
Days and sudden spare time like this don’t occur so often that they can be ignored. Living, as I still do, with the attitude of what would I choose to do if I had a year left to live? For all of 2014 I wrote a series of blog posts about this and it quietly changed my life. Read my main conclusions here if you like.
I love all of the days and times of the year, but particularly this one. The throw the doors open, let the light in, eat outside, springtime. Like the first time you heard ‘Up town top ranking’ or ‘One day like this’ it gets me every time. The upsurging joy of spring.
Some of it though is so fleeting or so tiny that you can easily miss moments and wildflowers if you’re not looking for them. I’ve been looking for them, together with Sarah. And here are a few our cameras have gathered in.
Like last night as it finally grew dark I went over to draw the curtains and saw this, in the Liverpool sky to my west.
Sarah tells me that in asronomy this is known as an ‘occultation.’ Aldebaran at the bottom there (the bright star 54 times the size of our own Sun) is either emerging from or about to be hidden behind our Moon. So there.
But even better is the not dark sky of the springtime Northern Hemisphere. So much more light every day that flowers are blooming everywhere you look.
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
The second of this week’s posts about our stay on Ynys Gybi, at the tip of Anglesey.
Now, even I know Anglesey’s good for wildflowers. Lots of uncultivated heathland, much of it on sandy soil and a good deal of it on cliffs us humans can’t get to. Ideal.
And then this year we’ve also had our late, slow Spring. So when we arrived in Anglesey this last Saturday it was like a party and all the wildflowers had come out to meet us. ‘Lots of them are a month late,’ the friendly woman at Anglesey Outdoors Centre where we were staying told us, ‘So they’re all here at once.’
Let’s have a look at them then, the cliffs up towards South Stack where we saw most of them, and some of the paintings Sarah did of them and the place while we were there.
And here to show us round is Sarah, who knows about wildflowers, whereas I am just the pupil.
Sarah here… with a wildflower feast!
Before we set off for Anglesey I say to a friend that I’m a little sad that we’ve not been in May, as that’s when my favourite spring flower is out – the spring squill. It is a lovely flower. It is ‘locally common on coasts of West Britain and East ireland, and scare or absent elsewhere. It grows within sight of the sea.’ (From the Collins Complete Guide to British Wild Flowers).
Imagine my delight then when we arrive in Anglesey… as soon as we walk up onto the cliff… it is covered in spring squill.