Let yourself be led down the over grown path, towards the sea,
pausing as you round the bend, and it all comes rushing towards you . . .
the sound, the colours, the seaweed dancing in the waves.
Down by the shore, have a little talk with the black backed gull. He knows more about wildness and freedom than we ever will.
When you get to the wild flowers . . . let yourself go.
On your way home, see how full and heavy the wild plum trees are.
There is enough for you and all the little birds . . .
so fill your pockets.
There will be time enough in the morning to sit in your best friends house, laughing and eating wild plum jam.
Love you Bec x x
