Over the past month, vast fields of gold have stolen my heart. Especially as the sun peeks out from behind its billowing cloudy covers–when the golden sunlight illuminates golden fields, I am captivated.
By the movement.
By the stunning color and contrast, and resonant beauty.
And every time I catch my breath, I hear Sting‘s moving song lyrics weaving through my head, from his song Fields of Gold.
Fields of Gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in fields of gold So she took her love for to gaze awhile Upon the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold Will you stay with me, will you be my love Among the fields of barley? We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in fields of gold See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of barley Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth Among the fields of gold I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I’ve broken But I swear in the days still left We’ll walk in fields of gold We’ll walk in fields of gold Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down Among the fields of gold You’ll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold
Near Prague and all across Europe in the late spring, farmers grow Colza for cooking oil.
This day, sunlight thrust itself between storm clouds, creating incredible lighting.
As summer sneaks in upon us, I hope to remember the golden fields, and to create and nurture a home of calm, and of beauty, and of lasting resonance. Somewhere where all who enter our gates may feel heartily welcomed and altogether secure, a place where we can be ourselves, a safe place where life can reflect the serenity of the plentiful fields of gold caressed by the sun.
To beautiful summer days …
as we walk in fields of gold …
Starting the Conversation:What do you look forward to about summer? Do you have travels, even around the bend, to discover something new?