Outside our window flocks of geese set off on their autumn journey. It is a wonder to see these beautiful birds fly low across the water and then wheel off and away above the trees. Those same trees are now turning golden brown and settling down for their winter sleep. Nature, unmindful of our fears and needs goes through its timeless cycle as we watch it through our double-glazing. Adjusting the heating controls to maintain the unnatural constant in our walled up lives.The early morning nip in the air heralds the cooling temperatures and clearing out of summer equipment as we move back in doors and await the shortening days.
By nature, I think,man is a nomadic species, moving where the earth can give us food, and travelling as the temperatures change throughout the year, following the animals we hunt and the search for grazing for our flocks. Now, apart from a very few, most of us stay put regardless of the weather through circumstances ,as much as choice. Or do we ? In spirit we can remain nomadic, both looking for change and fearing it at the same time.
I am often restless, and sometimes this has taken me to disastrous terrain. “Whats round the corner”, “Is my tent pitched in the right place” can leave you worse off than before. Starting afresh or settling for stagnation. We dither between the two temptations thinking there must be somewhere or someone better than this: it’s a hard choice not often made in cold blood. Sometimes we move almost without knowing it, in the mind, wishing we were somewhere else, detaching ourselves from the present in increasingly urgent daydreams. The gradual rhythmic change of scene and location according to the season has taken on a new unsettled perspective where cities are made of people not born there. Too often it is desire for escape which fuels the journey and not discovery.
So we move, restlessly searching for peace, grasping at the hope for perfection until, we may finally discover, living with imperfection can provide a peace and reconciliation all its own. Perhaps on closer inspection amidst the muddle created by our own confused visions: accepting the fallibility within us may help us discover that paradise may already be under our feet