19 May, 2014 - All is never lost. I watched that film with Robert Redford a month or so ago and keep thinking about it. Its a story of survival against all odds, the story of someone trying everything he knows - or can - to survive, to be found - hes lost in the middle of nowhere at sea... Its a very beautiful film and a good reminder that in spite of all appearances, all is never completely lost... - thats the title of the film, All is lost. There are no words uttered in the film - except for one, a bad one, and I couldnt help smiling with relief when Robert finally screamed it out - so, in a way, its a kind of silent film. It offers a compelling story of physical, emotional and psychological resilience. And after close to two years of neglect and brief passing visits, I returned to my garden this weekend. I did some hard weeding, pruning, fixing, cleaning. It felt immediately really good. And I didnt rush through it, so Im not done yet. I have kept some for later. A new journey has begun. I have finally found my way back home and it feels good to be here. Really good. I have decided that two failed marriages will no longer deter me from enjoying where I have grown to be who I am today. So, I am returning, with new, positive and loving energy. And I am being thanked already with beautiful moments. One of which surprised and stunned me by its simplicity, yesterday. I didnt touch the overgrown ivy on the wall as I knew birds were still nesting there. And they call one another frequently - they made for good company yesterday. Once done for the day, I spent quite some time cleaning myself up in the kitchen, with the French windows still wide open. I could hear a bird call and then, a few seconds later, another respond. It soon dawned on me that the responses sounded pretty close. I looked up everywhere in the kitchen, waiting to see a bird. And there it was, a small little thing, tweeting back, standing on the vegetable wicker basket. I was amazed it had made it there. And I immediately knew my job was to return it to the outside world. I grabbed a kitchen towel and managed to get hold of its little body and dropped it delicately on the freshly cleaned patio table. It stood there panting, clearly terrified by the experience. It also soon became clear that he had yet to learn about humans - that it might not be bird wisdom to keep standing on the table for ever. Finally, attempts to fly got it stuck on the communal fence. Thats when I realised that my rescue job was not over - this was exactly the spot where my neighbours cats liked to trespass into my garden... So, I caught it again in my kitchen towel and took it to the highest branch of a tree, next to the overgrown ivy, hoping the bird would remember where it came from or learnt what it needed to do to survive, when alone with the elements. Thats when I heard the mother above us - it had returned with a worm stuck in its beak. So I retreated away, feeling my job was done, letting nature take its course. All is never lost.
Posted on: Mon, 19 May 2014 09:41:39 +0000
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