Clifftop walk to the Pines, Shoreham. The path through the pines - TopicsExpress

Clifftop walk to the Pines, Shoreham. The path through the pines to the sea has been transformed. Blackberries and ivy are being cleared, steps now create straight lines where once the pine roots themselves determined the path. Light streams in on warm, needle draped carpets where three young men are guiltily foraging for their own type of magic... heads down, sideways glances and hushed giggles.... I avert my eyes, content with the natural magic of the place, soaking it into every chilled pore, drinking it in with my eyes as a tonic for tiredness and gently stroking the textures to declare my return.... I am starved and it feeds me.... The full moon and rain has lusciously plumped the flora and provided a brilliant light for a local fox to take the two house chooks for a moonlight feast for a growing family. A fox went out on a chilly night plays through my head as the russet colour of pine needles and the sheen of Rubys red hair remind me of Rhode Island Reds that sustain another growing family.... beneath the earth in a warm den.... Walk and drift and ponder growing families..... My own family is growing. Ruby will have a sister soon. A new voice will weave into the family and find a place in the hearts of parents and sibling, grandparents and greatgrandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins and friends..... Another voice to share their unique tune and harmonise with the throng that is family. I look forward to breathing the scent of the newly born.... heavenly..... pure.... produced of a natural cycle that has all the magic and mystery and wonder.... and humility that unleashes unconditional love. I cherish this phase of life... In nature the clematis is twining and surprisingly flowering, lichen draping decaying, waterlogged branches, buds swelling, fungi pressing upward with their velvet umbrellas, protecting pungent gills.... budding, flowering, decaying.... the cycle of life.....July 2014