"...Sometimes...You Get What You Need"*

Movement births ideas.  Heels down, breathing in and breathing out; ‘Get up earlier, walk first’. 

Sparked a notion, for a woodland walk.  Wrack wood, home to the snowdrop deva, and wonderful trees.  In more lavish times, planted, by an Earl, with every known variety.  Several ancients were felled this last winter.  Sad to see their vast hollow trunks, like shipwrecks.  They are reincarnating of course, yellow chicken fungi, tiny grey ink caps piling on.  Lush soil.  Land-grab for the pioneers. 

Recent solar storms, which sparked bucket-list auroras, charged the rocks and soil of the earth. Electrically.  How might the Earth, earth?  Landslides?  Tree sap?  Elder berries and chestnuts have already formed.  Perhaps that’s usual.  Fascinating to ponder the whole solar system, zapped, all a-tingle. 

The woods smelled heady.  A cool breeze, cuckoo flowers, a cuckoo call.  Swooping blackbirds.  Robins, blue tits, tiny wrens.  Through the trees, huge black slow-moving thunder clouds.  Qi gong at the river where the kingfishers live, just as the thunder cracked.  Mental image of summer thunder at Kilmartin Glen, amongst the standing stones.  Feeling wide awake.

Atmosphere changes, breezily cool to moist breathless still.  River a flat calm black mirror.  Repelling the fiery dragon, blackbird shadow skims across.  Like a line from a poem.

Air thickens with potent scent from plants and flowers.  Remembering ancient gods.  Viking cockerel on the farm across the river, crowing a frenzied devotion to Thor.  Make that noise again!  I can make noise too!  All the air a-twitter.  Bees buzzing ever louder.  Gather, gather, gather.  Storm coming.  Rolling thunder peals crack just above the river.  Get home, get home.  Now.

Just after I got home, huge, pendulous rain drops started.  Thunder storm.

“It was evening all afternoon.”**

Lit some candles, fairy lights. 

Kettle on. 

Toast, with goat’s cheese and drizzled honey. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ef9QnZVpVd8  

*Credit:  Rolling Stones. ‘You Can’t Always Get What You Want’. 1969

**Credit:  Wallace Stevens '13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird' 1917