Dearest Patient Plucky Haggis followers, please forgive this extended lack of communication and posts to-date, but I am still alive! Sadly, my employment situation hasn't improved, so I needed to manage that most precious resource; 'TIME'! The keenest competing enemy to 'self' :)
I actually have a heap of 'stuff' I want to post, gained throughout the year, alas all locked inside my head. But during one low point in August, I wrote the following 500 word story, initially to lift my own spirits, and felt it worth sharing.
The first motivation came from seeing an advert for a competition held by The Woodland Trust's 'VisitWoods Project', the World Woodlife Fund (WWF) and Progressio, who were seeking a creative story that would inspire people about woods and forests. As well as inspirational, it was supposed to be informative and imaginative. I may be 'quackers' to think I have the Written X-factor :)
The winning entrant was to be announced on the 12th of September, and as I haven't heard, they must have found something more suitable to their taste. As writing is an intensely subjective subject, I encourage your own critique, Cheers!
“The Forest”
Only fractions of my once vast dominion remain today, and I
hope a branch of it thrives near you.
My reduced estate, though treasured by millions, remains a
secret to far too many. Please visit me
from town or city, and become acquainted with my kingdom’s amazing
biodiversity. Respect its integral
scientific importance, and help reverse destructive tides; both yours and mine!
Without your edification to deforestation, sustainability and restoration – I’m endangered.
However, let’s not dwell on what might be, if I’m too small
to count, but act today at work and play.
Abundant activities take place within pockets of my kingdom,
and participants frequently benefit from restoration’s two-way street. They truly are fantastic places, emotionally
healing and refreshing. And as “Storms
make oaks take deeper root” (George
Herbert) - recuperate!
My kingdom’s forests and woods are your submissive friends,
yet often poorly cherished. Think
conservation, promote my richness, and cultivate responsibility and ecological
awareness.
Eureka! Hail shafts
of enlightenment through darkened canopies of ignorance and arrogance. Honour symbiotic revelation, eternal
coexistence, mankind and forest bound by interdependence of survival.
Come princely stewards of all ‘our’ kith ‘n kin, and
celebrate with me on springtime treat through bluebell woods, enlightened hikes
through realms of fir to mountain tops and splendid vistas. Romantic strolls through copse of copper
beech and silver birch, fragrant limes and aromatic pines. Love ancient oaks, coppiced willow,
persevering elm, sycamore…, all shapes and sizes, deciduous and evergreen.
Now spread regeneration seed afar, watch it germinate, add
copious rings, produce abundant fruit.
Year in year out, kick through autumn leaves, follow
winter’s snow-filled tracks, skip into stirring spring, then, in contemplation,
amble under summer shade; safe from global warming.
Clear your head, centre soul and lift your spirits. A plethora of flora and fauna, nature great and
small, awaits you. So much fun, beneath,
between, among my boughs, and if, or when, you’re less adventurous, just pause,
and listen... breathe... inhale fresh air.
Breathe life into my kingdom, one united vision, sustain our
planet’s future: Alive today, for aye!
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