Spring 2018 has been wonderful. It has been underpinned by an episode of On Being with Christian Wiman and defined by poetry, reading, walks with the dog, and the self-denial of a phone screen.
On Being and Wiman reintroduced poetry to my life: I listened to an episode with Michael Longley and reread some Heaney. I finally got around to reading Gary Snyder’s The Present Moment during my morning coffee at home, before taking the dog out. I bought Wiman’s meditation on faith My Bright Abyss and his remarkable selection of poems Every Riven Thing.
I read The Goshawk and The Peregrine and found a quiet route for the dog walk, enjoying spring coming in along the same path each walk. I have written poems again, taken notes on the landscape and even tried some tree identification. Denying myself screen time with my phone has enabled almost all of this to happen. I can hardly believe how much time used to be devoted to glancing at my phone.
Spring 2018 has been slow in the best of ways. I have reopened my mind to thinking about faith, if not yet my heart. Christian Wiman describes faith as a “movement towards the world”. Spring 2018 has felt like a movement towards myself – reconnecting with what has been before, and what is foundational in me.
Next week A and I go to the Lake District to camp and I look forward to spending time with my mind and energy on her, in the company of hills and lakes.