No that’s not a misspelling. It’s from a song written in the 13th Century in, according to Wikipaedia, Wessex medieval English. Apparently it’s a song which can go on and on and on … for an indeterminate length of time …
This post is born out of a feeling of being all ‘Brexited out’ and wondering if it is permissible to just let things happen around us for a while, instead of endlessly checking up on them to see how they are going.
I’ve chosen the song link, because it’s one that we used to sing at Primary School and it always comes to mind at this time of year.
It’s the first proper post I’ve done for quite a while, apart from a couple of failed attempts and a few which probably weren’t posting, being a litany of whines about my failure to write anything worth opening up the laptop for. So … what triggered this and why today?
The answer is, in some respects, mundane, boring and unremarkable. Spring, that’s all. Today for the first time this year, I took my coffee outside and just observed, listened and absorbed what was happening in our quiet little part of the earth. Nothing much was apparent – the distant whine of a strimmer, the flapping of washing, the slam of the postman’s van door nearby. That’s all. But … it’s spring.
Today, I noticed that there are buds on a shrub which I thought was dead, so stuck into the earth in a corner, mostly because MrP said it ‘might’ do something. I can’t even remember what type of shrub it is, just that it has survived being torn up to make way for a rockery, seemingly giving up on life. It was stronger than it looked though. While we were busy with other things, it was quietly getting on with what it needed to do to show itself, renewed, today. In a couple of weeks, who knows what it will look like, but it will stay, because, along with me taking my coffee outside for the first time this year, it symbolises spring, hope, strength (having survived being unceremoniously wrenched up and narrowly escaping the garden waste bin) and optimism.
There are enormous changes going on elsewhere at present. The EU, or our role in it, is being diminished – no scrub that, it’s actually being dumped by us, like I nearly dumped that shrub. Who knows what will happen, certainly not those who profess to do so. Uncertainty is the feeling of choice, at least it is for me. I didn’t want to leave the EU. I still think the referendum shouldn’t have happened, as we weren’t given an informed analysis of possible consequences. We still haven’t been and that’s worrying. Not knowing, due largely, I feel, to the mis-mash of media comments and opinions, is the worst feeling. I googled “What happens now that article 50 has been signed?” and the answer seems to be that the BBC anyway, who are supposed to “inform, educate and entertain” us, don’t really know, because it’s never happened before. Fair enough. So what do we do in the meantime? Do we worry?
It is reassuring, among all that change, that some things can carry on – on the surface unimportant maybe. Those few buds on a seemingly dead shrub don’t mean much really. I know that. However, to me, in the middle of very worrying times, they show that nature continues to do what it does best, carry on regardless of what is happening. I don’t remember what that shrub used to look like; I don’t really remember the days before we joined what was then the Common Market.
Perhaps then I need to do the same as that shrub, instead of metaphorically digging things up to take a look at how they are doing. Just sit back, take my coffee outside every now and then, take a deep breath and realise that everything is all right really. Is that burying my hand in the sand? Probably, but I’m sick and tired of trying to understand what may or may not happen. I’m going to sit back and let it all take care of itself for a while, till I decide to take another look.
As I said, this is my first proper post for a while. I’m going to post it now, without repeatedly amending it and see what happens. Please be gentle with me. I may blossom forth at some future point.