Dylan.... Pointing the way to new hope!
As always, I just want to say a big thank you for popping in, to have a read of my modest blog. I always think it`s such a wonderful thing, that you take the time to have a look at what I`v been up to. So hard to believe, it was just two weeks ago that we took a walk together. The woods were painted heavy & thick with crisp snow on that day. A cold icy easterly wind howling through the trees, ensuring i pulled my collar up as high as it would go. What a diference just two weeks can make. Hardly a carpet of colourful early Spring flowers, but certainly the definate signs that the long wait may be coming to an end. The light surely at the end of winter`s tunnel.
Almost a blank canvas.. Ready & waiting for Spring to burst through, at last!
With the snow now a fast fading memory, the earth, although a mixture of greys & greens, will before long, be a sea of snowdrops, daffodils, & bluebells. These were my thoughts as i tossed a handy looking stick for Dylan to chase. I always think there`s something comforting & reasuring about nature, & the fact that although much in life can change, nature always proves her dependability & loyalty, year after year. Like a good friend I thought, always there, sometimes harsh, sometimes kind, but always beautiful, & always there. Mmm.... Makes me stop for a second to survey her majesty & grace, whilst i find my mind turning to `friendship`.. More spacifically, what does friendship, real friendship that is, truly mean?
A burnt out tree trunk, & a `homemade` tree swing.
Accepting your friend, whatever they look like, or feel like on a particular day, or time in their life? Yer, i go along with that. Seeing the beauty in your friend, even when their ow life-problems sometimes blinds them to their own beauty? Yep, that too! In other words, taking Mother Nature`s own lead in being eternally loyal, accepting, & trustworthy? Without a doubt!
As we amble & ramble our way through the woods, we happen upon a burnt out tree tunk, now the `secret` den of some local kids, who have somehow climbed an in climbable looking tree, & hung a pretty strong looking tree swing, made of a length of rope & a small thick log. Memories of a playful childhood come flooding back to me. Happy carefree times, exploring, climbing, & yes, lighting fires too. Good clean boyish fun..... That is until one day my playful, boyish fire-lighting got a little `over-zealous`, causing a rather unfortunate encounter with the fire brigade. Another story, for perhaps another day... I could clearly remember though, how as a boy, we accepted our friends. We rarely judged or critisized them. We trusted them, & we would fight to the death, if they needed defending. That`s what made our friendships last i thought, & thats why their memories travel along with me `till this day.
Trees reach for the skies!
Nearing the end of our walk, Dylan slows his gallop & pants enthusiastically as only he can. I look up, & my gaze falls upon the biggest trees tretching skywards, almost as if they were craning, & reaching for the light. Perhaps has we all do, i thought. In my coldest, darkest moments, I`v often found myself `looking for the light`, only for that light to seem invisable or just, out of reach. Just maybe i thought, the trees have the answer.. If i only stop every now & again, & look skywards, i can see the light. It`s always there I thought, It`s just that sometimes I forget or chose, not to look up. Nice to have that reasurance as we make our way home, to prepare for yet another week.. Another, blank canvas...
Thank you again, for walking with me!