Contemplative Inquiry

This blog is about contemplative inquiry

Tag: Nature mysticism

BEFORE AND AFTER RAIN

It is 6.21 am. I am starting out on my early morning walk. I have entered the docks area. I am looking up and back towards the east. The clouds are suggesting rain. My fantasy is that it will be soft and gentle. Unprotected by rainwear, I will enjoy being rained on after weeks of drought.

In the event, yes and no. The  early drizzle was fine, as I continued – staunchly or stubbornly – to walk away from home.  But the cloud burst, when it came, was fierce and intense. I was thoroughly soaked. My clothes were soaked too. In a more private setting I would have been better off without them, other than footwear. I had to revise my plans.

Reminded once again that nature has its own agency, far more powerful than yours and mine, I made my way home and dried off. In the last stages of the walk  I was earthboound and navigating through patterns of water, some flowing and some still, on the ground. Being, now, a bit wobbly on my feet, this took focus and concentration.

After food and drink in the shelter of my home, I was better able to savour the blessing of this downpour. I now look fondly on the whole experience.

PROSE POETRY 2026

I have recently been investigating and tuning into prose poetry,  getting to know the genre. Now I’m thinking about my own work.

As a start, I have reworked a poem I published in September 2024 (https://contemplativeinquiry.blog/2024/09/17/). I have found that the text asked for substantial alteration. It wasn’t just a matter of changing the arrangement of space.  Despite the cousinship between the two, this is a different piece, written in a different way, at a different time.

“Looking out from limitation, I see a wide world, expectant.

“The beginning of sunset, a liminal moment in the wheel of the day. Facing east, I feel the sun behind me, still warm though on the brink of descent. Facing east, I see pale blue sky, pink clouds, wooded hills. I am held, fleetingly, by residues of sunlight on a majestic hornbeam whose leaves have begun to turn.

“Early evening, early autumn: a whole world in only seeming suspension between one state and another. The wheel continues to turn. Yet to hold a moment, in the moment, with clear awareness and softened heart makes that moment eternal.

“Looking out from limitation, I see a wide world, expectant.”

NAVIGATING ANOTHER HEAT WAVE

I walked today in my local park between 6 and 7am. These early morning walks have become my new normal this summer. After a 5am rise, the sun was climbing ever higher in the sky. I found my world delightfully sunny and cool, moving from 17C/62.6F to 18C/64.4F over the course of an hour. Now, at 11.23 am, it is 29C/84.2F. It will soon be 30C/86F and we will spend 9 hours at this temperature or above. The peak is expected to be 34C/93.2F, at 3pm.

Where I live, in Gloucester, England, the heatwave threshold is 27C/80.6F on three consecutive days. We are now in our third heatwave since the last week of May. This is traditionally abnormal in our historically cool temperate zone, with most of July and the whole of August still to come. Yet people continue to deny that a human made climate crisis is responsible. The fossil fuel lobby is still influential, it’s denial and misdirection still amplified in powerful media and political circles.

I am personally able to adapt to this level of change quite easily. Early rising, early walks, jobs in the morning, afternoon napping, a return to activity in the evening, careful management of a non air-conditioned flat. Being old is a risk factor but freedom to manage my time is a resiliency factor. What worries me is the continuing (perhaps acceleration) of this process. 40.3C/104.54F was recorded on a day in 2022 in a somewhat warmer part of the country. Where is this going?

In the here and now, I see the beauty of the risen sun an hour from dawn. The play of light on a willow tree touched me with delight.

I was also touched by patterns of sun and shade on the park, on a tree trunk and a pathway out of the park. I found these patterns oddly inspiring. I don’t want to let big picture anxieties rob me of the moment. The anxieties are entirely valid, an authentic part of my experience. But the power and beauty of the world in front of my eyes, in an ordinary city park, are there too. A resource to draw on.

WAXING

In the dance of waxing and waning, I am enjoying this waxing moment in the wheel of the year. The moon, a blue May moon, has been moving towards full – reaching it today. We are within three weeks of the summer solstice.

For me the energy has been palpable, even on the  days when I was personally fatigued by high temperatures. Plants offered images of this energy, by bursting into full colour – lavender above, poppies and daisies below: power along with beauty.

On one of the long hot evenings, I took a picture some of the birches  planted outside our building. They are getting stronger and, in this season more verdant. Five together are beginning to feel like a miniature grove. Features like these help to make urban Druidry easier. On the same evening I also photographed the waxing gibbous moon. It seemed apt, and resonant with the energy I was experiencing from the sun and on the earth around me.

MAY MORNING 2026

Recollecting a lush 1st May as it was in the late morning. Green and white abundance crowding a knotty tree trunk. Exuberance and fecundity close to the earth. The energy of willow reaching down.

Throughout the day I was reminded that this day was also a full moon – a flower moon. Hoping to take a picture in the evening, I was frustrated by cloud. Yet the power of the unseen moon felt present, all the same.

SPRING BEGINS

Change is coming as the days lengthen and temperatures begin to rise. I too have begun to feel spring-like – more energised and available  to the world.

Stepping out, I am in harmony with the life and growth around me. I become aware, again, of the resilience and potential of the plant kingdom.

I celebrate the life force within and without, both through movement as I walk and in stillness when I pause.

I learn again that a familiar space can be ordinary and extraordinary at the same time.

I open myself to spring 2026, the new season, as the Wheel continues to turn.

STIRRINGS IN THE PLANT KINGDOM

4pm,  9 February, Gloucester Park. I notice the ground in front of my feet. New life is emerging, pushing through last year’s fallen leaves. Crocuses – yellow, white, mauve – are making themselves known. Recent rain gives the blades of new green grass a fresh vitality. Feeling curious and energised, I enjoy an extended moment of contemplation on this small patch of land.

Then, looking around me, I find a contrast between the ground – active, emergent, blooming – and the trees, with their skeletal branches and latent potential. The exceptions are the willows, already moving towards spring.

I reflect on my different states of attention. If I walk briskly through the park, the flowers in particular are easy to miss. They are small and not  immediately arresting. To appreciate them, I have to decide to stop and look, emptying my mind of other concerns.  Then I can  become truly present to the world in front of me, a living world that wants to survive and thrive. Contemplating these flowers, I feel a strong sense of kinship and belonging. The same world is their home and mine: I feel grateful for being born into it. May the abundance of our world be protected and preserved in the days and years ahead.

TWILIGHT AT TW0 PM

old wall, old tree – both in shade

clouds constrain the sun

and there’s stillness in the land

TOUCHED BY FROST

Yesterday, 5 January, I walked in Hillfield Gardens, Gloucester, in the early afternoon. Overall it was bright and sunny, despite being cold. But in shady spaces there were residues of frost.

I noticed how they changed the look and feel of these spaces for me. They became quietly exotic, as if differently blessed than the green grass in the sunlit areas. A light dusting was enough to make a difference. The three pictures below show the effects of the frost’s magic dust on a small tree, an old puddle on the path and fallen leaves on grass. All very ordinary. But the touch of frost had made them special to me in that moment. They held my attention, and enriched my day. It was an instance of re-enchantment.

ARRIVING IN JANUARY 2026

I have lived in Gloucester since January 2022. Specific locations in the city affect me in different ways.

The physic garden at Llanthony Secunda Priory is one of them. It feels both open and tranquil. Earth and sky are strongly present and jointly nurturing. It is a good space  for unpressured reflection.

I was in the garden yesterday afternoon, feeling my way into 2026. It was a bright moment in the day, about an hour before the still early sunset. It was cold but not freezing. I was feeling good in myself. I wondered how my life with Elaine will  unfold now that we are both a little more mobile. I reflected on the dance of loving and being loved.

As I left the garden, I acknowledged my fears about the wider world. I walked to another favourite place, very  close to Llanthony, where the Gloucester canal begins its journey out of the city. There is irrepressible bird life in the foreground and a (to me) liberating expanse of water beyond. My picture doesn’t tell me what’s around the corner and I am reminded to live with unknowing. I didn’t walk any further out on this occasion.

Returning home, I learned  the news from Venezuela – in particular  the kidnapping, as I would name it, of the President. I fear this may become yet another running sore in the life of the world. Modern Druidry, my spiritual anchor, has a strong commitment to justice and peace, where  each is understood as compromised by the absence of the other.

Druidry isn’t an ‘above the battle’ path. Whilst not mandating any specific partisanship, this path does assert political values and points to a willingness to engage. So, in 2026, I’m asking myself more specifically where to put my now somewhat limited energies, and how justice and peace work meshes with my contemplative inquiry. Indeed, this is where my inquiry has now arrived.

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