Connected

The wild birds

Inhabit these hills

And I, a walker,

Glancing down the valley

Dazzled by gleaming lights

Flung across the fields like necklaces

I feel I am connected

With the wind

The grass under my feet

God’s sky above my head.

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The universe is composed of subjects to be communed with, not objects to be exploited. Everything has its own voice. Thunder and lightning and stars and planets, flowers, birds, animals, trees, – all these have voices, and they constitute a community of existence that is profoundly related.” — Thomas Berry

Firebird

You are my firebird

flame-red, flame-yellow

over the ash-black

of your wings

the white-hot

flickering of your flight.

You are my phoenix

my miracle-worker

unaware of the magic

you make in me

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your worshipper

as you flit across the field.

Brother Bluebell, Brother Bird and Sister Deer

Over half of the world’s bluebells are to be found in the UK, I recently learned, so it is very special indeed when these beautiful flowers come into bloom in April/May.

Bluebells, in Ercall Wood, Shropshire, April 2022

When seen in abundance, as in this photo, I’m sure you’ll agree they are breath-taking!

And you might be wondering why “Brother Bluebell”… It’s a reference to Francis of Assisi’s beautiful poem sometimes known as “The Canticle of the Sun”, where he praises “Brother Sun”, “Sister Moon”, and so on. He feels a kinship with the natural world.

And there’s something like that sense of kinship when your heart beats a bit faster, on seeing bluebells, or suddenly coming across wild deer (they had retreated to the top of the field in this photograph…

…but as I continued through the wood I had a much closer encounter!…)

And at the end of this day’s walk, I was delighted by another tiny goldcrest (see the post ‘Grateful for a Little Thing’ for the last time I encountered one of these, here )

And also a nuthatch…

…who went on, true to its name, to “hack” (“hatch”) a nut into the bark of the tree – this photo captures the moment when the nut was still in the beak…

Our kinship with flora and fauna is precious indeed.

I hope you are inspired to get out and seek some brothers and sisters of your own!

If you live in Shropshire, parking for this walk is beyond the main Wrekin car park, driving away from Wellington. Pull in by a barrier, head off left through the bluebells and follow path up. When you eventually walk alongside the golf course, look out for a path up the bank to the right after 100m or so, then go left at the junction (i.e. not down into the valley), which will take you round to the right eventually where get glimpses of the open field where the deer were. Keep following the path through the wood, then, eventually, right again at a T junction to take you down the hill and back to the road to where you parked.