Although this blog is called "borderLines", it is becoming
increasingly clear to me that 'past' to 'future' is not marked by an exact line of demarcation...
...I couldn't get to the Summer Solstice this year - last year saw me at Stonehenge, plastered with mud, and in a fine misty rain that gradually soaked through my jacket and trousers. I was too far north this year, especially as the show finished at 10pm on Saturday night. The thought of a six hour, 300 mile journey to Salisbury Plain was daunting to say the least; I would have been exhausted by the Monday first-night show (yesterday) when we opened in Buxton. I simply could not face the 600 mile round-trip, together with little sleep.
I was disappointed to miss the Solstice, but I'm not one for repeating things (on-stage or off) in exactly the same way each time. So this year found me pottering around Liz's garden, going off on gentle summer walks and compiling the video below.
The dawn crept up and surprised me, just before 4am on Sunday morning. I took a coffee-break from all the photo-editing and compiling I was doing on my overnight video stint...and opened the back door to the surprise of the dawn chorus...
...The change from night to day was imperceptible. I could see a blackbird on the cut down apple tree - and managed to get the one shot that was missing from the video. I had thought of looking for one on the net, but as all the other pic's are taken by Liz and I, it would have spoilt things somehow...
It was the best spiritual buzz since the last solstice and the link between my feelings of the present with those of a year ago, gave me the odd sensation of approaching myself from behind and placing my hand on my shoulder.
And feeling it
In fact I made two video's - I used the Cat Stevens version of the hymn/song for the first video, simply because it was, in my opinion - the best. (It's not available in some locations, so you may only see a blank screen below.) In order to reach a wider audience, I set off on a search to find another version with the same magic I hear in the Cat Stevens rendition.
I had almost given up when I heard Hayley Westenra.