It snowed again last night - there I was, 5am in the morning, letting the aged (cat) out and the first flutters fluttered by and then it began again. And instead of cursing it I let it fall past my smile and blinking eyes for the wonder is still there. And briefly I was a wee boy in Gorebridge, standing on my bed and peeping through the curtains, watching the wonder of it overwhelming the world for it snows now as it did when I was a boy in Scotland. And little did I know then how good my life would be now and how good it has been, for it has been great and still is; and I find 2010 has enriched me with a symmetry of thoughts and ideas and actions and a renewed look on life, when still the snowdrops fell and still the snowfall enchanted and weaved its secret ministry of frost and contentment, wonder and awe. And I remembered this song and its heart aches with longing and need and I absolutely adore it because it reminds me what it was like to be young and what it is to be alive, with a longing to constantly remain curious about the world and living and loving. For when we stop and think we know it all the wee boy that was will kick us out of out complacency - and that is how it should be. This morning I looked down the garden, down to where the fairy grotto lies entangled in ivy and snow, and I swear I could see my younger self staring back - and we were smiling to each other. Wednesday, 13 January 2010
FiftyFive ~ # 20
It snowed again last night - there I was, 5am in the morning, letting the aged (cat) out and the first flutters fluttered by and then it began again. And instead of cursing it I let it fall past my smile and blinking eyes for the wonder is still there. And briefly I was a wee boy in Gorebridge, standing on my bed and peeping through the curtains, watching the wonder of it overwhelming the world for it snows now as it did when I was a boy in Scotland. And little did I know then how good my life would be now and how good it has been, for it has been great and still is; and I find 2010 has enriched me with a symmetry of thoughts and ideas and actions and a renewed look on life, when still the snowdrops fell and still the snowfall enchanted and weaved its secret ministry of frost and contentment, wonder and awe. And I remembered this song and its heart aches with longing and need and I absolutely adore it because it reminds me what it was like to be young and what it is to be alive, with a longing to constantly remain curious about the world and living and loving. For when we stop and think we know it all the wee boy that was will kick us out of out complacency - and that is how it should be. This morning I looked down the garden, down to where the fairy grotto lies entangled in ivy and snow, and I swear I could see my younger self staring back - and we were smiling to each other.