Wednesday, 3 July 2013
A couple of early morning Jackdaws from their chimney-pot perch quizzically cock their beady eyes at my passing, voicing their presence with a brief, almost apologetic "quaar" as I go. I can also hear the occasional cooing of a Pigeon warming up the day light from an unseen roost.
Shortly, I enter the drowsy trees and after a few minutes of soft-treaded meander I stop.....folded into a silent-leafed, dapple-lit woodland grace, I pause and gently wake to the ancient standing world of arborial presence.
I find a welcoming Beech, and sit, cradled at it's feet, my back against it's warm instep, my sleepy gaze soft-focused, and simply look and listen. The early morning wood is alive.....and awake....with the quiet, gentle murmurings of it's residents beginning to sound out the broadening glow of warming sunlight sifting through the gentle muffled rustle of quivering leaf and friendly reaching branch...and the water-song of the peaceful river underscoring the soft, harmonious chorus.
So, I shan't list the sounds and sights and sensations and moods and feelings and experiences and emotions and encounters and ....and....I shall just simply say....if you have not already done so...and you feel you have the capacity to appreciate.....and you can't get back to sleep.....dress in odd socks, put yer jumper on inside-out....and immerse yerself in an early morning awakening....in every sense....and go to the waking wood.
"You have to be there"....as they say..