Friday, 28 December 2012
Fire and water
Suspended above the road to Devon on 21 December, the solstice sun was a huge disc of many colours. Down there, it rained A LOT, and when it stopped both sun and moon broke through with astonishing clarity.The sodden countryside was as peaceful and resonant as I have ever known it (not so great for the farmer out in that downpour working to unblock a ditch or the three bedraggled ostriches in a field just up the lane). Owls hooted all night in the rain and a rabbit danced in the morning on the wet grass. In this enclave of quiet and freedom, among others loving it too, lost longings and affinities resurfaced. I dreamt of floods and wrapped myself to meditate in a flaming orange blanket. Fire and water; self and no-self. The journey home yesterday was long. At every motorway junction, the traffic slowed and clotted - too many of us.