Wild Geese

Autumn has arrived at Wild Fortune; following a few mild weeks, the temperature is dropping as are acorns, conkers and leaves. The water butts are full once again. Fungi arrive as if from nowhere and the apples are now picked, crisp and sweet, waiting to be either stored or given away. This is my favourite season. The clarity of light along with the rich colours of earth and foliage and the sharpness of the air is for me enlivening and inviting. And everything seems to be slowing to a pause; days shortening, the year turning, from fruiting and harvest to withdrawal and rest.

                                                   

And every day for the last couple of weeks, the wild geese have been passing by overhead, announcing their impending departure with their harsh calls and straggling v-shaped formations. Sometimes they seem to be practising, flying in wide circles, in small clusters and large groups early morning and late afternoon.  

In Celtic spirituality, where creation is 'God’s big book', the wild goose is a symbol of the Holy Spirit. I can see why. Some years ago on retreat on the Welsh coast my little room overlooked the bay. Each evening dozens of geese would pass over, strong-winged and determined in their flight. I would run outside barefoot to greet them and to be caught up in their calls, often interpreted as being ones of encouragement, blessing them on their way. Here at home this year, the tree tops framing their fleeting presence, they continue to inspire. Crossing boundaries of land and sea, journeying together, they seem to epitomise the raw energy, strength and beauty of the Spirit of God. In doing so, I sense they offer creative insight into what it is to journey with one another.  

Peace be with you.