January 1st, 2013. The weather window arrives and I can walk. Time passes, it is now the 10th and I am only now writing my first post of 2013. It seems that suddenly the year has rushed in, I have had the operation on my shoulder, and we are dealing with what happens next.
Typing one-handed is slower than I thought, and as my wife has pointed out, I don’t make a good patient. I really need to sit back and let her look after me for a while. The operation was successful, but the anesthetic left me groggy and grumpy. And I can only sleep on my back which is not my natural spot. The up side is the pain should be gone in a few weeks and I can start building back the muscles to reach full strength over the next 4 – 6 months, allowing us to get back to work and play.
Back to the beginning, The Raven, a walk I did on new years day. Cold and clear with some wind and an exercise in creating space for the things to come. Across hilltops, through woods and urban places the Raven walk uses the South Wales Valleys to lead you on a short history of man in the area, stone age, to the industrial revolution, to modern leisure at the Cwm Carn tourist centre. The route has several sculptures scattered along it, as well as around the centre itself, I recommend a visit. Anyway, here is my first poem of the year.
Always watching, birds are the first to warn of danger, when other signs cannot be used their noise is a background to the world.
The Raven has been
watching the forest track,
silent and oblivious, his disregard
for any single moment is obvious
and now the violent rattle of
branches, waves chasing
the wind over the long grass
of Mynydd y Lan.
In the valley, empty eyes
and reaching beak,
with reason for glaring
out at the world.
When the wind blows,
the confusion spreads
quickly through the trees.
And the binding will not release
your wings to fly.
I’m not writing much about the walk itself today, this is such slow work, maybe next week? For now, pictures and Happy New Year everyone.