Tuesday, 21 January 2014

my son

As my son has accompanied me to the nature place lately i incorporated it into his bedtime story earlier. this is how it went....25 years from now, you are driving to see your cousin Lewis and his kids. You have your own 6 yr old in the back. You are excited because you are taking him to the nature place for the first time.You park up and call in . Lewis and his so join you and you all head down the familiar path to the golfcourse. No one around you run across the links and up through the wood, through a different path that you know now. It is familiar yet different the scene in front of you.The fir tree atop the high meadow is stretching up into the sky, thick and luxurious. You remember when it was small and say to your son 'your grandad planted that before i was born'.heading up into the upper bit, under he hawthorn trees and into the clearing. The shelter is still there but chaned. It has a small door on the outside and inside wooden floor and matting.the chiminea is there, blackened with use and pots ans pans hang up on hooks. a small wooden bed and a chair are there. candles. an antique paraffin lamp. you watch your sons eyes widen. 'wow' he says. suddenly grandad appears..he is 67 now, with a lined yet happy face. he brings in some kindling and lights a small fire on which a kettle of water is set to boil. While its boiling you show your son around. The pond is a haven of life, generations of frogs call it their home. Birds wash in it. the ground is hardened from years of walking on...and the early evening sun falls from the west where the gap in the trees allows a view of the distant mountains. All the trees have grown up. the fruit bushes are massive, and grandad picks off a juicy blackcurrant to give to your son. All these years it has remained hidden. an oasis. an inaccessible place. a place of vision, for those with vision. Only a few people have been here, trusted friends, poets, musicians, all to relax and soak up the vibes. Your son asks 'can i stay the night'...'one day son yes, when you are a little bigger'.....

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