Oh this is lovely! I'm still playing catch-up, so only just read this (and still have to catch up with more of your words).
Pathways, seeds, walking and creating new pathways, spreading new seeds--this is such an eternal cycle, one which will continue long after we have gone. Ways become pasture, pasture gives way to woods, then they are once more cleared and replanted, reploughed. Here, in this corner of the hexagon, there are so many places which were once tilled, once worked by hand or oxen or horse, all now under tall and wide trees, taking back their land, reinforcing and bringing with them their friends.
Many thanks for this, I'm very excited to still have more of your posts to read-each is a treat.
Thank you Susie for another wander on your hill, lovely. I/we am/are recovering from the election from hell in the Netherlands, far-right won... Fortunately I am looking after the horses, dogs and cats of a friend of mine now, so I am working outside for most of the day, in a forrest, bliss. Enjoy your weekend!
Thanks lovely Elske, I have heard much talk of the election results in Holland lovely, I am truly sorry for your country and it’s people… it seems to me most of the world is swinging in the same direction… sadly towards insanity!
I’m glad you’re at least able to hide away in beautiful forests for a while and occupy yourself with something that is a joy… sending love and courage xxx
"Footsteps scattered with seeds, seeds scattered by footsteps…"
And the endless beginnings carry on and on, and how so very important we humans are to this ever-flowing fact of life.
There is a rhythmic trodding along in this piece, Susie, which keeps pace with the bodily felt sense of footsteps walking a path. Words and the pace of words speak one to the other, lingering in the body like footsteps on the Earth.
These are the cycles of all life that are important, not only to me but to the future of this extraordinary planet we live on.. but you of all people know this well dear Renée, my musings from my hill are sadly just that, too many others will not think or even know of the how or why or even the where of these rythmes….
I will always sing their song though… footsteps trodden, seeds scattered…
I send love in the breezes and pray the days are kind to you xxx
Thank you for sharing a bit of your world with us, Susie! My soul is always filled up when I read your words and see your pictures. I have an ongoing love affair with footprints (especially the fossilized variety) and I'm so sorry your path was destroyed. I have a deep belief, however, that once something is, it can never not be...and that goes for footprints and paths. In some time and place, they go on. At the risk of offering superficial platitudes, I wonder if the plowing under of old paths makes room for new paths, leading to new chance encounters.
Jenna, thank you so much for your understanding lovely lady, (huge apologies for my belated reply, I’ve had a week of WiFi problems and am so terribly behind…) I am touched to my soul by your comment. I too have a love and deep passion for footprints of any shape… AND you have given me hope that my path will not have been in vain, that perhaps those steps will be collected in another forest, or another hill and someone else will follow them..
And yes, just maybe the ploughing in will speak of new encounters, I truly hope so 🙏🏽Xx
Hi Susie, such nice writing about nature and the connectivity with everything alive, including humans. I believe you often wondering in silence the beauty of nature and let this beauty into your heart. We are all part of a bigger plan, just a little part of it and that makes us humble and grateful Xx Dave
Thank you for your heart felt comment Dave, I do wander (and wonder) often on my hill, especially on my hill where I know every path and animal trail, I talk to nature and nature replies, there is always healing to be found in such humble ways... sending you live and light my friend ✨
Bless you sweet soul, on my hill I try to watch and take note of every change, you know well my passion! This morning as I was just turning to cross the stream that runs down through the woodland, now gurgling happily thanks to recent rains, I saw a hare, it was the most unusual colour, almost gingery so I imagine it was losing its summer brown fur for winter white… it made my day!
Thanks lovely - I was devastated to see that path gone Pipp, I try not to damn the farmers to eternal hell here, I know they have a difficult job to do, although the new giant tractors do most things these days… but since we’ve been here the hill has lost trees and paths, hedges and animals alike to accommodate machine giants. It has changed out of all recognition in places. I know my hill like no other place on earth… and that path was my path, fifteen years of steps gone. I’m trying to see the positive side.. seeds can be scattered further, this is good, ecologically, but for the rest, the giant oaks and chestnut, the small animals it is a disaster…
Oh this is lovely! I'm still playing catch-up, so only just read this (and still have to catch up with more of your words).
Pathways, seeds, walking and creating new pathways, spreading new seeds--this is such an eternal cycle, one which will continue long after we have gone. Ways become pasture, pasture gives way to woods, then they are once more cleared and replanted, reploughed. Here, in this corner of the hexagon, there are so many places which were once tilled, once worked by hand or oxen or horse, all now under tall and wide trees, taking back their land, reinforcing and bringing with them their friends.
Many thanks for this, I'm very excited to still have more of your posts to read-each is a treat.
Thank you Susie for another wander on your hill, lovely. I/we am/are recovering from the election from hell in the Netherlands, far-right won... Fortunately I am looking after the horses, dogs and cats of a friend of mine now, so I am working outside for most of the day, in a forrest, bliss. Enjoy your weekend!
Thanks lovely Elske, I have heard much talk of the election results in Holland lovely, I am truly sorry for your country and it’s people… it seems to me most of the world is swinging in the same direction… sadly towards insanity!
I’m glad you’re at least able to hide away in beautiful forests for a while and occupy yourself with something that is a joy… sending love and courage xxx
"Footsteps scattered with seeds, seeds scattered by footsteps…"
And the endless beginnings carry on and on, and how so very important we humans are to this ever-flowing fact of life.
There is a rhythmic trodding along in this piece, Susie, which keeps pace with the bodily felt sense of footsteps walking a path. Words and the pace of words speak one to the other, lingering in the body like footsteps on the Earth.
These are the cycles of all life that are important, not only to me but to the future of this extraordinary planet we live on.. but you of all people know this well dear Renée, my musings from my hill are sadly just that, too many others will not think or even know of the how or why or even the where of these rythmes….
I will always sing their song though… footsteps trodden, seeds scattered…
I send love in the breezes and pray the days are kind to you xxx
Thank you for sharing a bit of your world with us, Susie! My soul is always filled up when I read your words and see your pictures. I have an ongoing love affair with footprints (especially the fossilized variety) and I'm so sorry your path was destroyed. I have a deep belief, however, that once something is, it can never not be...and that goes for footprints and paths. In some time and place, they go on. At the risk of offering superficial platitudes, I wonder if the plowing under of old paths makes room for new paths, leading to new chance encounters.
Jenna, thank you so much for your understanding lovely lady, (huge apologies for my belated reply, I’ve had a week of WiFi problems and am so terribly behind…) I am touched to my soul by your comment. I too have a love and deep passion for footprints of any shape… AND you have given me hope that my path will not have been in vain, that perhaps those steps will be collected in another forest, or another hill and someone else will follow them..
And yes, just maybe the ploughing in will speak of new encounters, I truly hope so 🙏🏽Xx
...to many more thousands of footprints, SLM 🙏🏼
Already in the making, new paths, new stories...
thank you Darren 🧡
Hi Susie, such nice writing about nature and the connectivity with everything alive, including humans. I believe you often wondering in silence the beauty of nature and let this beauty into your heart. We are all part of a bigger plan, just a little part of it and that makes us humble and grateful Xx Dave
Thank you for your heart felt comment Dave, I do wander (and wonder) often on my hill, especially on my hill where I know every path and animal trail, I talk to nature and nature replies, there is always healing to be found in such humble ways... sending you live and light my friend ✨
Your beloved soulful union with nature is beautifully written and felt. You don't miss anything, from micro to macro. Love n light dearest Susie.
Bless you sweet soul, on my hill I try to watch and take note of every change, you know well my passion! This morning as I was just turning to cross the stream that runs down through the woodland, now gurgling happily thanks to recent rains, I saw a hare, it was the most unusual colour, almost gingery so I imagine it was losing its summer brown fur for winter white… it made my day!
Love and light right back darling xxx
Rain. Life/death/life.
Such a simplicity and yet so complex... love to you always Lisha ♥️
And to you ❤️
Thanks lovely - I was devastated to see that path gone Pipp, I try not to damn the farmers to eternal hell here, I know they have a difficult job to do, although the new giant tractors do most things these days… but since we’ve been here the hill has lost trees and paths, hedges and animals alike to accommodate machine giants. It has changed out of all recognition in places. I know my hill like no other place on earth… and that path was my path, fifteen years of steps gone. I’m trying to see the positive side.. seeds can be scattered further, this is good, ecologically, but for the rest, the giant oaks and chestnut, the small animals it is a disaster…