Last night’s half moon was a haze and today the woods seem singed, as though burnt by an exhausted, sinking sun, with faded greens and exposed boughs. Summer is passing – it’s back to work. Yet these past few months have felt like so much hard work, with juggling jobs and balancing the books. These are not comfortable times.
It sometimes seems like the easy option would be to say, Enough! Despite knowing this isn’t an option. Not really.
Instead, I’ve fallen back on looking for flakes of gold; finding the little glimmer that can light a whole day. For me, this has often meant searching for a familiar wonder: glimpses of glow worms burning like alien lights in the hedgerows. I’ve written about these beautiful bugs before, tiny neon lanterns, but this year they’ve taken on even more importance for me.
Last thing each evening after dark, I walk up the lane in the hopes of spotting a tiny green dot of light, almost talismanic. With each passing night, their numbers dwindle, like the lights going out along the front of a seaside town at the end of the season. Still I smile to see them so late on, now into September, my birthday month – a time of personal new beginnings.
I remember, many years ago, panning for gold in a water way – and the wonder at discovering tiny glints of yellow in the mud.
It comes down to feeding the heart with these scatterings. These splinters of beauty. Flakes of gold.
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You yourself are a flake of gold! Maybe you don’t see that?!
Let’s meet soon. I’m going to be in Berlin for a week from tomorrow – Rebecca may have told you she will be joining me for my friend molly’s writing workshop – back on16th so I’ll miss your birthday on 13th. Hope you have a good one. Take care dear friend, you’re a special one xxxx
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