Thursday, 10 December 2020

Whose woods are these?



Nature is something I am enjoying more and more particularly during these pandemic times.  Thanks to a good friend and a great map reader, I have enjoyed exploring new areas of countryside over the last few weeks. This has resulted in improved fitness, lots of laughter and a greater appreciation of what Mother Nature has to offer.  So, thought I'd write her a little thank-you note. 


Dear Mother Nature
    A loud bang from the harvesting woods stopped us in our tracks yesterday.  Several herd of deer dashed right across our walking path in the early morning sun. They ran fast and frightened to the safety of the opposite wood.  A mighty stag stopped, brayed and led his brood to pastures new. We watched mesmerised from a safe and hidden distance until the mass exodus was complete.  The day's walk had only just begun.
    
    Long before our arrival you had already created a welcoming space, festooned with flowers, hawthorn, blackberry bushes, trees of beech and oak.  Saplings planted side by side, nurtured daily with sunshine and soft rain. Gentle winds whispered quietly encouraging the silent growth of forest ferns. And the sprinkling of early morning frost on fallen boughs added a touch of magic to our early morning walk. Strong branches unwieldy and artistically woven created a welcoming shelter for us and other animals who ramble the earth. 
 
    Your architectural sculpting of the taller trees enhances the dappled light, balancing just the right amount of light and shade.  All co-ordinated beautifully for the seasons and the enjoyment of these walks.  Each walk a magical mystery tour weaving in and out of wooded vales, stopping only to admire the ancient oaks and beechwood and wondering who might have walked this way in bygone days.  Fallen leaves in painted reds, yellows and greens. Listening for the crunch in each footstep taken, noticing the glossiness in the rain soaked leaves. Side-stepping the deeper well-walked mud tracks in the dark brown earth. The feeling of calm and wellbeing in your natural woods affords a soothing balm in these anxious times. 
 
A quiet space, a sacred space, a spiritual space?  Thank you

        

        Gratefully yours,

Máire Rua



Wishing everyone well over the festive season.