Season 2 – Spring Summer 2020 – Series 2
“Awakening to Changes”
Sunday – 31st May 2020
The Beauty of the Reality of True Beauty!
Stroll Time 25 Mins
First a small note to readership and friends alike. I am terribly behind with my reading of your blogs … perhaps l jinxed myself when l proclaimed a couple of weeks ago that l had managed to read all those that l devoutly follow in the space of a month – currenly that is very hard to sustain .. but l have quite a few hurdles to navigate over in the coming weeks but l will get back into a routine.
However please don’t forget that should anyone wish to have a musical call out dedication to their blog and themselves just drop me a noter below – l may not be able to read from you weekly but l can say Hello in other ways.
Through the gaps in the trees in the image above is actually France in a haze at 6.55am this morning – but with the day the way the weather is currently as l sit typing now nearly five hours later and l should imagine it will be very clear and from this vantage point see buildings clearly too.
I had a small stroll early this morning through Kingsdown wood [Bluebell wood] whilst the sun was not as heated as the forecasts say it will be. I have a busy day ahead of me of sorts and my days from this point onwards are going to become busier and more complicated.
Already this morning l have had two conversations of importance – 1] was with my mother to inform her that Suze and l were seperating but remaining friends and that Suze would be moving out end June first week of July to her new place.
2] With my landlady, l have organised a meeting with her next Tuesday to discuss the situation here in so far as Suze moving out and reference checks would be arriving shortly for our landlord from the rental agents and that l am still here for a few months, but by the end of summer August/September time l would be leaving. It’s to let her know as l think that is fair but also to inform her the things l/we shall be doing before we leave the property that has been our home since 2016.
Both the ladies were fine, my mother was upset, but agrees friends is better than enemies and better this to happen now before potential warfare somewhere in the future.
Life is all about discovering new pathways to explore …
You may recall from the last Musings when l said l had gently pushed Suze to follow up on a property she liked, well she viewed that yesterday and she loved it and so she agreed to take it on as her new tenancy in Deal. A two bedroom property with garden in a nice neighbourhood just less than one and half miles from the beach. Suze will take to living there all checks going well and l cannot see any reason that they will not end June/start July.
She was upset at telling me this yesterday, but l was pleased for her sincerely and genuinely – Suze wants to start a new chapter in her life and she has my full support and will always have my friendship. I of all people, understand only too well the need for awakenings and new journeys as l have awoken many times and walked many paths towards and onwards to the quest for discovery into who l truly am.
I am looking at a property on Friday that l really like and would love to say yes to and more importantly hear a ‘yes it’s yours back’. It’s a 2 bedroom flat on the beach in Deal not far from Deal Castle and 200 feet from the sea and fifteen minute walk distance from the centre of town. There is no garden but there is a community garden and as l accepted yesterday – my gardening/composting days are now over, so l will be hanging up my garden fork and saying goodbye to the earthworms.
A dear friend of mine only yesterday said … “Make some gull friends to replace the Percys.” Seagulls are very different, but the community gardens are very nice and l should be able to hang up the bird feeders and encourage more bird life in which will be nice too. The property is ground floor and the views really are quite stunning and so if l do land the property l will share those views with you all in the future. Also Suze will be less than two miles away so all is good.
“It’s all now getting very real!” Suze said yesterday morning before she went to view the property and l reminded her that this is the first step to her new chapter – that yes it is sad, but in order to move forwards you have to take those first few steps. On that note Lisa is working on a new design for me for Suze for the blog we are creating for her called “First Steps Forward” – Life Post Menopause. Which will be launching sometime in July l should imagine.
I started breaking down the compost station yesterday, packing things away – Suze will have a garden so there are things she can use, but l will no longer be outdoor gardening, so what is not given away will now be sold and that needs sorting and the vegetable garden will over the next month will be broken down as well. Quite sad really.
But that’s life isn’t it? Have l ever shown you my favourite tree in the wood? This is the tree that l most resonate with – it’s my soul mate in so far as trees – it is l think a very true reflection of my life, my journeys …. l took several photographs of it – because LIFE is never just one way – it’s a mixture of shades and nuances, of tastes and flavours and discoveries and adventures, or emotions and behaviours – that’s life – it’s never over till the LIFE has left…. meaning that we always need to keep going till we cannot – there is always more than we think.
Here’s my tree The Beauty of the Reality of True Beauty!
Just a tree right? Now watch the same LIFE in different positions .. no fancy editing here either…. just sun, light, position and shade.
Suddenly that one tree is not so simple anymore but complex and depthful and thoughtful and reflective, and wisened and learned and truly beautiful and that is LIFE too, isn’t it? We make our LIFE the way we want it to be – we can’t control everything in it … but we can make decisions that affect our paths. We can opt to give up and carry on … we can be sad or happy, depressed or motivated … it’s our life – it’s our choice. I love this tree.
Thanks for reading catch you all again soon.
Another truly lovely but older tree below ..
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.
When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
― Herman Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte