I Shall Go

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I shall go

I shall go

Where the trees talk

Where the grass and plants whisper

Where the skies are big

I shall go where the

Morning spider’s web is sheer

More precious than jewels

Where my hand on the tree

finds strength

Where the dew delights my feet

Where the air cleanse my lungs

Where the birdsong is

full of joy and purity

Where I meet my friend

Also rejoicing

Where our greetings

become a whisper as not

to disturb the sanctity.

Here we rejoice

Here we gather strength and joy

© miriam ivarson

100_1136 This poem perfectly encapsulates my next few weeks, as I head off to Sweden with the family to the two houses in the forest.

Here immersion and union with nature and oneself is made possible and after the initial week or so stillness finally settles on my soul.

One afternoon I’ll stop and as if for the first time notice, really notice, the woodpecker high up in the tree as its drumming echoes across the land. 100_1799 One morning the breeze will be whipped into a frenzy and with contentment I’ll sit and watch the  entertainment of the wild, erratic dance of the fir trees, the natural monoliths bending to improbable angles before slowly unfurling to stand gracefully upright again.

The midday sun heats the sand on the beach and like a kid I’ll scuttle to the water’s edge, immediately emitting a shocked squeal. As the crystal clear water ebbs at my feet, I’ll study the HD-quality shells and pebbles. Time at last to be awed by nature’s gifts.

One dark night a loud thud against the house wall will wake me and instead of fear I’ll smile to myself. Silly elk. Can’t they see the house? Then I’ll turn over and sleep soundly once more. 100_3050 One evening, sitting outside with a glass of wine in my hand, I’ll glance high up at the swirling birch tops and then spot the first fleck of autumn, the yellow tinged tips of a few leaves. A sigh of disappointment as summers end beckons.

I wish you all a peaceful, relaxing and healing summer.

‘The longest journey is the journey inward.’

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18 thoughts on “I Shall Go

  1. Marion says:

    Enjoyed so much reading your blog. I had so many posts to catch up with. Thanks Annika, as usual your blog is so interesting, exciting and educating. Enjoy your holiday and we will meet soon I hope.

  2. Mirja says:

    Annika, you give such a beautiful and vivid account of this Oasis . A “healing place”.
    And this ‘silly Elk now. Maybe he feels the same.
    Whatever are you doing on my land? Putting houses in the way.:))
    Have a fun and restorative holiday.
    Mirja

  3. rod says:

    I like this. I would like to get away but for various reasons concerning other people can only get away between the ears. I hope you enjoy your holiday.

  4. Anonymous says:

    Love the poem.. and the idea of a holiday. It sounds so idyllic and I hope you come back recharged with many more tales and stories. Have a great time and I look forward to having you back to continue your work.

    Mike

  5. Peter R says:

    May your holiday be joyous and relaxing. Take the time to renew yourself, and come back full of happy memories and new ideas. I’ll wait patiently for your next posting; it will be worth the wait, I’m sure.

    • Annika Perry says:

      Thank you Peter, this break always reinvigorates me and I’m sure I’ll return with new ideas for both my writing and the blog – I’ve got a notebook or two with me! Thanks for being so patient, although who knows, I might be able to get one or two post out somehow – we will see.

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