I must go and seek some dew drops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Fairy, Act 2 Scene 1. A midsummer nights dream
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
Puck, Act 5 Scene 1, A Midsummer Night's Dream
Walking through parkland, listening to Five Variants of Dives and Lazarus I momentarily closed my eyes and as I did the warm meadow~sweet breeze curled around my throat. Gasping, I gulped the air down, it was both thrilling and inexplicable. In that moment I felt I was inhaling all of England, my lungs were bursting with Henry V, Thomas Hardy, Ralph Vaughan-Williams, John Keats, Christina Rosetti.....the very essence of all that I hold dear. It felt as though I had disappeared and was a particle, a part of something so ravishing I couldn't begin to describe it....I tried to stay. My eyes snapped open, it was gone, that moment. Only the tears that pricked my eyes remained.
I hurried back to the car in a daze, I wanted to write it down, just as it had happened fearing, like a dream the memory of it would fade.
I love Midsummer, whatever the weather dishes up! I know the fairies are making mischief...I can still feel the sparkles catching in my throat....
Here is a link to my Enchanted board on Pinterest, if you fancy indulging?