Shadows

When I wrote my previous post - I felt a little numb - it felt rather frivolous wittering on what was occurring in my day when there is dreadful aggressive self-aggrandisement by a dangerous man against normal everyday folk who are suffering at his immoral hand. 

On Saturday, whilst at work, I was invited to walk around a local nature reserve which we are affiliated to, and as I felt my head was full and needed clearing, I accepted. Due to time constraints we yomped at a very quick pace, up and around and back in just under an hour and a half - nearly five miles later the fog in my head although still there seemed less oppressive.

On Sunday once we'd completed a few home chores Himself laid out a local walk we could do after lunch.

 He knows that I love this particular route, one that includes a short drover's track that we affectionately call 'Hare Lane'. It is not guaranteed to spot hares however we have seen them there often enough for the track to be awarded such a name. As we walked through 'Long Lamb Field' we decided that we would like to see not only hares but lapwing and curlew. 

Despite the chilly breeze, the gentle spring sunshine was so warming, so hopeful. We traversed up and over our boggy hill ridge into the next valley surrounded by the plaintive trill of first a single curlew then a couple and finally small drifts of birds. They flew on large curved wings following the line of moorland grasses, landing and whistling then setting off again.

We stopped and gazed at the valley view and I noticed our shadow, us two and a dilly dog.  It confirmed to me that we are so lucky - we are not anything special or amazing, but we are who we are and we do what we can do - we have donated, we certainly care and am sending positive love and light to those who need, thank you Vix and thank you ALL who commented and confirmed that you too feel the same and do care. I thought of you all, thought of Ukraine as we listened to the melodic trilling of lapwing, freshly returned from their coastal overwintering. 

It made me realise that life does go on, the weather has improved, summer birds are returning and spring bulbs are hosting hungry bees.

We turned for home, the air was cooling despite the sunlight. Moss had thrown herself into every mud puddle she could and was sporting a thick layer of dark mud and a silly grin on her face.

Again a walk helped release the fog in my head, it is still there but a lot more orderly. Thank you again for your comments - they certainly helped too - here is to hope and positive mindset and love xx

 And yes - we saw a hare. A large male who bolted from beneath an ancient hawthorn - then stopped. He sat up, ears tall and watched us for a moment as we stood still and held our breath. Then in a blink of an eye - he vanished into the moorland grasses.