Poem
As usual, let me finish this newsletter with a poetry. This is one of the poems I wrote in the Lake District recently. Hopefully I was channelling the spirit of William Wordsworth!
The Spirit of the Landscape
You can’t impose yourself on a landscape
tear across her soil at breakneck speed
pound on her rocks with heavy boots
immersed in your thoughts or in conversation
while barely acknowledging her presence/beauty
and expect her to embrace you straight
away.
You have to slowly attune to a landscape
and allow her to attune to you.
You have to tread gently across her fields
step lightly over her rocks and streams
as if she’s asleep, and you’re afraid of waking her.
You have to pay respectful attention
to every tree and stone you pass.
You have to listen intently
to the roar of waterfalls and the rush of the wind
and to the deep silence that falls on sheltered hills.
And soon, once you’ve gained her trust,
and established a rapport with her
the landscape will open herself to you.
You’ll sense her benevolent sentience
reaching out to immerse you.
She’ll offer you the strength of her ancient rocks
the freshness of her fields and forests
the radiance of clear spring mornings
and the stillness of deep winter nights.
And once formed, the bond between you will never break.
You’ll always feel her spirit inside you, as your spirit.
And you’ll always be
part of the landscape
alongside her rocks and trees and streams.
All best wishes and blessings
Steve