My son begins his studies away from home once more. I will miss him.
Separation: moving or being apart. The division of elements. Feelings that change and distance bring.
Perhaps my intense response to separation is seated in my early childhood experiences. The separation of and from my mother and father when I was an infant, and the loss of those who later cared for me.
In times of separation I seek those things that bring comfort and balance: nature, music, art, and love.
Being alone is not enough, being with is not enough. The sound of bird and sight of sky is not enough. The warmth of sun, the wash of rain, the scent of pine and taste of fresh baked bread is not enough. Ideas alone are not enough to quell the doubt and fear that seeps below the waterline.
No matter what my sensory delight, what flight of thought I make, my need remains.
Whether alone or with, contentment only comes through giving.
The landscape of the Sottish Borders is both beautiful and unsettling.
All that remains of the once teaming habitat of emerald forests are the valleys and hills beneath. I am drawn to the forms of this place, and yet its naked grace shows the history of a richer time.
When a tree sheds its seed, I pick it up, plant it, care for it. In time, countless living things will find their home and flourish from such easy effort.