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July 19, 2010
Going home
The Guinea pigs are going home on Sunday. So am I.
While they are headed for the home comforts of Earl's Court, I'll be on my way to Poland. I has been a journey and a succesful custody, in my opinion anyway; how the Guineas feel about their experience must remain a secret. But perhaps we shouldn't praise the day before the sunset, and we still have five days to go before goodbyes. Five days of chopping vegetables, five days of changing hay and water, petting and stroking, cleaning the mess, five nights of being woken up by their chortling noises. Complain? Moi?
But seriously, I've been thinking about wilderness lately, in both senses. One, as discribed by Simon some blogs below - a state of mind or soul that has lost its way, and is not a good place to be. And another, more literal sense - a place of natural wildness, unspoilt by human development, a place where you can walk for miles without the fear (or joy, depending on you disposition) of encountering another human being.
There are places like that in Poland, and I long to spend at least some of my stay in them, time and family demands permitting. To restore, to reflect, revitalise and reconnect. To recharge batteries, for the world is too much sometimes. And as the poet knew too well, it's no good when 'getting and spending we lay waste our powers, little we see in nature that is ours.." N.B., for all my need for solitude, I wouldn't mind bumping into the ghost of Wordsworth in some wilderness..
Posted by Marzena at July 19, 2010 09:33 PM