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The swifts have returned……

…..and so have I. Oh, my friends, it has been too long. Two months have come and gone in a fog of ‘stuff’. Far too much ‘stuff’, ‘stuff’ cluttering both my time and my spirit. Work, health, family….all these things vie for attention…one becomes thoroughly bogged down in the mundane and the minutiae and, like in a bog, the more one thrashes the more one sinks.

….and then all my technology broke…I could manage without the phone but when the computer went to hospital and didn’t come back I became uttSWIFTerly discombobulated and exasperated and did the only thing I know how to do…….I retreated to my shed to hide from all the nonsense.

Hiding works quite well for a while. I shut out the world and set to work on my soil. Everything was taking longer than usual because of the annoying injuries…but it didn’t seem to matter….no-one could find me on the soil and the longer it took to do the most simple of tasks the longer I could avoid dealing with the things that really mattered.

It has taken some time to get things…the ‘stuff’…back on track. The technology was fairly simple to sort out, the family things will always be there, the health will return. Like a sleepwalker I kept my soil going somehow, kept sowing seeds, kept watering, kept fighting the pests…and kept wondering how such a small dot of a seed could turn into a plant. I also kept wondering when my soul and my words would come back.

I was sitting outside the shed catching my breath after another long session in the kitchen garden. It was late. Everyone else had gone home. The kettle had long since stopped whistling. All the sheds were tucked up for the night. All the building works around the site had stopped. The sirens on the High Street had stopped. The wind had stopped. The lists and the monologue in my head had stopped.

…..and then I saw them…..just for a second. I looked again. Two tiny black specks far, far away on the horizon. I watched. My eyes focused and as they came closer I saw their tails….and gasped with joy. They started their aerobatic display (just for me?)….darting, diving, wheeling above my head….and soon their number swelled and I could not count them all. Swifts.

I lay down on my back in the grass for a better view and as I mouthed the words ‘they’re back, they’ve come back’ I felt a couple of tears roll down my cheeks and I realised that I, too, had come back.

Sometimes we have to wait….and trust. But we will always come back.



10 thoughts on “The swifts have returned……

  1. I’m so very glad you have come back to yourself. 😌

  2. Lovely words Vivi! X

  3. Beautiful!😉

  4. Awesome and stunning glad to see you back but please take it easy build your strength up slowly have a blessed day and the team

  5. I can actually feel your emotion in those words. So good to have you back Vivi x

  6. I really hope your life will be without too much clutter, to look at real issues is difficult, but when you do, you ask your self why it took so long. May the spring and summer will ray on your life, huge hug dear. and please stay in a good health!! 😉

  7. Well said ,Vivi.

  8. This is lovely Vivi you are indeed a true trooper, I am having the same issues, two frail parents and only me to look after them, we go from one crisis to the next and it is quite difficult to drag oneself away from the constant doom and gloom we are presented with every day. Some things and people can almost suck the life out of you. However as you say we are so lucky to have our gardens, and it is wonderful to stop and just listen and take stock of how wonderful nature is. xx

    1. Absolutely. The gardens put back what life sucks out! 🙂

  9. Beautiful Vivi! Tears rolled down my cheeks just reading it!

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