As I look out into my garden I see evidence of what exactly? Life? Renewal? Climate change? It’s nearly the shortest day here in the UK and everything should be shut down. The earth should be frost-solid, the greens limited to the muscular evergreens, not daffodils and fushias. The lawn needs a mow and pond skaters play chicken with the birds who’ve given up on all the hassle of migration and settled in for an unlikely early spring break. And today somewhere in the UK the highest ever temperature in the UK since Pontius was a Pilot has been recorded.
Part of me smiles at all this unlikely activity but I know there has to be a price. Cicadian rhythms demand we renew at night. Nature does the same over winter allowing time off from fecundity and fertility. Without a pause, there will be consquences. Not this year perhaps, or next. But diseases will not be killed off, stocking up strength will not happen.
I went shopping on Tuesday and dropped off a key to be cut. ‘Pop back when you’ve finished,’ the man said. I was only gone an hour. But I only remembered today, Thursday. Senior moment, maybe. But I’m not alone in needing my brain to be defragged to create more memory space. In the run up to Christmas the operative word is ‘run’. Maybe sprint up or bolt up would be more accurate. It’s talked of as a holiday time but pretty much all one hears is rush and stress and more rush.
We cram. It starts so young what with play dates and one o’clock clubs where our little treasures are given sensory overloads and constant unremitting stimulation. We are all at it. Even the garden. Constant activity.
The world of humans is turbulent and we watch as lives tumble and twist seemingly out of control. We wish for peace, in the sense of an absence of conflict. But my wish is for a peace too, but in the sense of an absence of activity. Peace and quiet to everyone this Christmas. It’s what we all need.
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