I finally took a walk through a garden here in Aberdeen: The Cruickshank Botanical Garden on the campus at the Uni (university). It was a spectacularly sunny day which are rare of late, and the sun was at its’ characteristic low angle making most of the day the ‘photographer’s hour’. I strolled in through its small un-inviting gate; no wonder I haven’t been in here before- it doesn’t really announce itself to passerby.
A enclosure of leaves and branches offered a quiet enclave. I sat and leaned back and looking up through the branches which showed their age in a angular and knobby way. They reminded me of when I was a working in a cardiac catheterization lab as a RN.
During a typical procedure, the patient’s coronary arteries would be illuminated in bold relief on the monitors, revealing any sclerosis or blockages. Some patients had what I would describe as ‘ratty’ vessels; those so clotted with blockages that they looked like a string with a series of knots rather than smooth, tapering tubes. As I looked at the tree branches above me, they looked like a ratty heart scan, and I pondered the condition of my own heart….what my heart cath would look like, but also how have the years worn my spirit. Is there a hardening of the heart? A hardening of the ‘categories’ that happens with age- When one looses an elasticity of life and must have things a certain way (my way!). Or when my ability to relate to others becomes brittle and unyielding.
I continued my contemplative mood and walked the pathway of labyrinth and began thanking God for simple surprises and beauty like this place. A sundial marks the center of the circled pathways so has probably never been used to tell time… (ha-ha….that is a joke about the typical weather in Scotland in case you weren’t sure)
I then looked up a saw a wall graced with this pleasing vine and wished that I had a better camera than a cracked iPhone 4. (thinly veiled plea for sympathy)
The vine certainly cheered up an otherwise regrettable example of 1960’s modernist architecture.
Wandering a little further and continuing to enjoy the relative quiet of this space, I was aware of how much I miss being in the woods and tromping around. Further on my wander, my eyes landed upon this
I stood captivated by the simplicity of a golden leaf spinning on a thread of spider web. Stunning gifts. What simple gifts have you found and delighted in of late?