A walk with questions

There are ghosts here

a plaque to my parents and

vivid childhood memories of rust and broken glass

all long since swept away

now it’s a pristine place

enjoyed by walkers, cyclists

and a group of pink and purple-clad joggers

 

What keeps us open?

Change is upon us

Every moment something old fades away 

and something new emerges


As we grew up here

we were always clear

we are the change

that now feels strange.

 

What gets us thinking?

Old and new meet.

In the Saturday-morning fields

where I first walked to work through marsh, damp and mud.

Now, there’s a fresh frosted landscape

with crystals on the fence-posts

and icicles tinkling in the streams


Our path may be mapped out

but it is moments like this we seek  

(not the tyranny of story)

 

How can we make the most of these morning moments?

Through old, familiar ways.

We may have walked these paths many times

yet these moments keep us open

and the questions they inspire invite collaboration

 

What can we explore together?

Meaning comes from context

We stand in an ancient land

a vantage point from untold ages past

Yet still we are connected

There’s no distance of time,

or place or culture,

that cannot be spanned

 

What is it that connect us?

Sometimes change sneaks up on us

A blanket of cloud is pulled swiftly over us

Light is sucked from the sky

and colours seep into the land


It’s not always so easy to tell what’s happened


Posing questions can bring illumination

 

What is the problem?

Change can’t be avoided

The rest of our walk in on harsher terrain

Our memories are shadows that linger in the air

but the mystery’s been trampled

and the ancient woods laid bare

The land has moved on

 

How shall we respond?

Where can we find meaning?

To sit, with pen and notebook

is an act of defiance in these restless times

But here, I’m cloaked by the gathering dusk

and the secrets I hold inside

So I breathe in these long-gone moments

and wait for the lingering light to fire the imagination…

…before I can even stand an owl calls into the night and something stirs…

 

In our walks we look for meaning in connection

 

What are our big questions?

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October 22, 2025 No Comments

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