A tree sitting in the garden
Locked into place
Held by roots, it cannot escape
And yet it changes
Season cycles turn green to brown
Faded leaves fall and flutter to the ground
Snakes that expand and lose their skin
Growing a new one they begin again
A cliff face may take a thousand years
Yet it erodes slowly evolving
Ancient monuments dissapear
Temperatures rising, lowering
Ocean currents flowing
All of nature is shouting to change
And yet humans cling to remaining the same
And seeing the same same same repeated
In other people
*This is part of some writing that I’m doing on the subject of Christmas. Approaching people with fresh eyes is exciting and yet we rarely do it. Continuing to perpetuate family dramas and squabbles year after year. Sometimes it is as if we are stuck in grooves that all go around on the same record together. Stuck on a tune, formed somewhere in the past, until something knocks it out of kilter, a death, an illness a chance appears to connect differently, more compassionately perhaps.
Or not, we waste the opportunity, squander the chance and it disappears.The family record continues to play, the same old tune in the same old way and we all dance to moves that could really do with an update to reflect who we are in 2022, having survived the past two years and come out the other side. Will this be the year that a different record is laid down, or will it just be a remix aka Fleetwood Mac with a different beat?
