Today is day of resurrection day of Easter. With two girl friends, XJ, XY, I feasted my eyes on the beauty of a lonely dell in the south of Edinburgh- Duddingston in such an early spring day.
Walking from Nicolson street past Pollock hall, we found ourselves on a road beside the hills. The nameless small yellow flowers are noisily blooming all the way on the hills. The morning sun shined on us and a dog who was so old that he toddled behind his mistress gasping while walking. We strolled along and along for half an hour and reached the Duddingston kirk.
It is a small and very old kirk built in 12 century, standing beside the loch Duddingston, sleeping on the lap of the hills. Seen from afar, several grey solemn fountain buildings with sharp spirals on four corners are accompanied by the surrounding grey trees. A wall winded its way over the lake, which is rippling by the caressing breeze reflecting the light and shadow alternatively. Several snow swans soared over it and others roamed around. All around is serene, even more with a few warbles of birds, several joyful barks echoing in the crispy morning air.
After we crossed the low gate of it, the first sight is a host of erecting gravestones engraved with names and years crowding together. The living and the dead all through the history, meet here in this way. But they stand conspicuously and silently while crowd of living now were exchanging greetings joyfully. I followed the people and entered into the door of the hall of the church and took a seat facing the pulpit. After a while, near all the seats were occupied. To my surprise, the majority of audience is old people and children, which composed a very harmonious atmosphere. Wrinkled faces were joined by rosy cheeks, shriveled hands held by blooming tender feet. Some children dressed in lovely clothes sat under the bench of the pulpit.
A sturdy priest in black vest mounted on the pulpit and started the pray activities. Songs were sung and a passage of resurrection was read and interpreted. Audience smiled at children’s innocent cooperation with the priest, who approached his preaching with effortless touching voice and delightful countenance. The whole room was charged with peaceful moods that permeate in my heart.
It lasted only an hour and the crowd inched out to outside grassland for seeing children rolling eggs in a slope beside the lake. Children mixed around, and threw their eggs downwards and rushed down to pick some up again. Adults watched over them, with reassuring smiles, taking photos.
We turned into a small garden beside called Dr. Neil’s garden. The grass on the earth is shining green. Lilacs are brightly yellowing their petals under the sun. Some trees unknown to me spread their branches against the vast canvas, which start to grow green newly-born leaves.
On out way, XY asked me: ‘what is the purpose of your life’, which she often thought in vain. I said I could not give her an answer so far. Maybe, to feel the existence of me is the end in itself, rather than a pursuit of purpose. What a wonder to see how nature arrange such a various the playful sky, the hills, the green water, blooming flower, the happy running children, the smiling old people! And moreover, I can feel it while partaking in it as a mini-one. Again, Tagore’s line sneaks in:
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers
And death like autumn leaves.