wheel of life

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September, month of smiles and tears.

Yesterday, I congragated with friends and fellow writers from the Westside as well as the Waas community to say agoodbye to one of us. I loved the way his son spoke of my friend, and the way Janet somewhat managed to conceal some of her grief. The service was very poignant. I, among so many of us, will miss the good doctor who animated our monthly friday nights in Weisdale, as well as the many facets of everyone who was connected to his life. But he lives in our hearts, and his writings testify the life journey of a very brave, adventurous, life and children loving man. Rest in peace, Robin.

September, change of light.talking sky in Hairst.jpg

Weeks fly like lit gun powder; fridays tear down the pages of our almanacs like a develish, untamed child too eager to rid of school days. And the sky follows suite. Little have I noticed sunsets and sunrises shifted on the the great cosmic clock… That daylight had begun to shrink. The island now unveils those autumnal hues.  A more difuse light now clads everything on the island. The sky awaken and talks again.  Whereas swans are starting to flock at Spiggie, others are thinking to go… Northern wheatears, pied wagetails and meadow pipits, together with a few swallows still grace our fence posts, road verges and fields… Though they too will depart from our shores and let others replace them for the darker months ahead.

September, trade of wings. young wheatear.jpg

That juvenile northern wheatear will home itself south of my eyes for a few months, should it survive that great epic maiden flight south. I feel somewhat eager to reconvene with our winter visitors, whilst already marvelling at eclipse or winter plumage from some of our local avian friends. Guillemots certainly are noticeable from Gutters’ Gaet or Bressay Sound.  And if observation feels rather limited during weekdays, the odd visit to harbours, lochs, fields, voes and wicks (bays) rekindles that pleasure.

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And as nothing remains the same, September will vanish in flames, and let October take over. With the tenth month, I too will trade land and migrate for precious time to the other side side of he North Sea, as I will reconvene with friends and fjords. That second collection of verse demands so, as my heart does.

With October, the more prominent return of darkness… And the almanac will obey the laws of the universe.

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6 responses to “wheel of life

  1. I love this time-September begins the start of my favourite half of the year. I’ve always been an Autumn-Winter kind of guy 🙂

    Sorry to hear about the loss of your friend. When it’s a writer, I think it’s poignant, and right, to read some of their work on their anniversaries.

    • Thank you kindly, A. 🙂
      September can be so majestic here, even in spite of lack of trees in warm hues of yellow and red… Mind you, we were graced by rich purple Heather since August! Sunrises turn pink and blue… The light has reached gold (in the right conditions) and now stopped “burning” every thing it touches. We were also graced by an auroral glow in a rich starry sky last night… I think you would like that too 🙂

  2. Everything you’ve experienced here is meaningful how often can we say that?

    • 🙂 Positioning ourselves in our homeworld should be more natural to do. However, the nature of our lifestyles may not allow it so often… I feel fortunate enough to make such observations, I guess…

      • Well said. Perhaps the alternative, not being in a position to observe, is death to the idea. So in that sense, the greatest achievement is being in the position to be aware, all else falling off and of little import.

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