The periphery

I just took a walk in the fields and paid attention to the edges. They are a little messy, chaotic, different species dwelling together, various plants intermingling in the same space. You would not plant a garden like this, it is not neat. But life and creativity thrive here. It is the same on the edge of the land, where the sea meets the coastline. Abundant diversity reigns. The space where one body of the sea meets a completely different body of the land. And there are pounding waves and stones and sand ground down by the years of being at the edge.

I once read in an article about gardening, that for some reason people are intent on making their garden’s look like the indoors of their homes. All neat and spruced and tidy. Nature is not like this. As Ken Steven writes,  ‘The lands edges have not lost their mapless unknown’. My kids yelled at me once for tidying up part of the garden, ‘Don’t ruin the wilderness’ they cried. So my garden is outdoors and it looks like it belongs outdoors. My life is spent on the edges. It can be wearing, to be in a space where different phenomenon’s are bucking up against one another. Or in a space where no one pays that much attention because the ordered fields to be harvested are where the focus and energy and investment is. But the edges bring their own gift to the world, connecting the edge of one space with the edge of another. You will find me on the periphery.

You will find us on the periphery

You will find us on the periphery

In the land of the mapless unknown

You will find us at the edges

Where the wild things grow

You will find us in the liminal space

Where no one knows what to expect

You will find us where the sea meets the shore

And no one knows what will wash up next

You will find us among the hedgerows

Gathering what delights are growing there

You will find us with the bees and butterflies

Connecting over here with over with there

You will find us on ours knees

With the beetles and the ants

Living all together

Without a lot of thanks

For our humble jumbled life

And our muddy handed style

But we would invite you

To come a stay a while

In the land where the wild things are

And the place where the periphery reigns

You may learn things here that serve you

When you return to your pathed way.