I wonder what Walden will look like when I see her next….
Whether snow may have fallen and melted. Fallen again. Or whether her ice crust will be bare of a snow, glistening in the winter sun or reflecting a grey sky?
Wonder is what draws me to Walden each week. Wonder is what prompted me to start writing about my experiences at Walden over two years ago.
I often arrive not knowing what I will write about… And just as often some creative inspiration meets me as I arrive at the pond, and the story is told. But this week, my wondering is borne out of my absence from Walden (and Boston) for three weeks.
Earlier this week I left to go home to Australia. It’s summer here and I have traded the grey white of Boston for the blues and greens of Sydney. Instead of layering jackets and socks, I layer and lather sun screen.
Today, thinking about Walden causes me to wonder about time, place and change.
I traveled for twenty four hours, leaving Boston on Monday evening and arriving in Sydney on Wednesday morning. The minutes and hours of my Tuesday vanished somewhere into the skies between winter and summer. When I arrived and walked out into the summer sun on Wednesday morning the winter sun was still shining over Walden’s ice on Tuesday afternoon.
Often change is like the arrival of some often unwelcome and unknown guest, riding in on a cloud of time. Like a magic carpet bringing a gift we are not sure we want to receive. Yet nothing is more certain in life than the passing of time and the arrival of change. So reliable, yet so unreliable.
Throughout the years I have been in relationship with Walden, initially fearing the coming of winter and the freeze, and finally now accepting it as part of the journey of the seasons, she has taught me about the reliable nature of change. It is the ebb and flow of life.