My daughter and I flew to Oxford to enjoy a few days of architectural beauty and intellectual inspiration. My husband couldn’t join, which didn’t feel good but it felt so good to be back in the UK. We had postponed visiting the UK being put off by Brexit plans. However, I have come to the reassuring thought that youngsters have different plans for our future and will set up a world with less nationalism, less divide, and no racism. Next generations have grown up in a time in which man-woman, foreign-native, heterosexual-homosexual and lots more old-world labels don’t matter much anymore as these labels do not shape their social-political thinking. They are educated on climate change, ecocide, multi-cultural tolerance, and plastic soup. They will address urgent topics that we have postponed to take proper care of.
Back to Oxford. Oxford was enjoying a few days of early spring. My daughter and I cycled through town on our Donkey Republic bikes. We visited places of historical interest, Waterstones’ book-cafe, the meadows where we enjoyed seeing early snow bells, and the splendid roof cafe of the exquisite Ashmolean, University of Oxford’s museum of art and archaeology, founded in 1683. At night, I enjoyed listening to relaxing city sounds; steps of by-passers, groups of chatting students, and the soft rumbling of passing trains or overflying airplanes. ‘I want to live here’, I thought. I know that some judge the Cotswolds as too sweet, unreal, or fairy tale like but I can’t have enough of it.
Oxford’s architectural beauty and intellectual vibrancy were delightful. The early spring sun rays, intensified by shining on the honey coloured stones of Oxford’s grand buildings, warmed our soul. I thought winter (and the flu season) were finally over, not knowing that 2 weeks later storm Emma would bring us 40 cm of snow and turn the Emerald Island completely white.
The exhibition in Bodleian Libraries, on ‘Designing English’ -English Graphic Design in Early Literature-, showed us the amazing quality of Oxford’s precious treasures. Oxford energized us. My daughter and I flew back to Dublin with new books, loads of inspiration, and a determination to return as soon as possible.
Celebrate human excellence by being creative. Add something inspiring, something good and something beautiful to this world. Meanwhile keep your soul nourished with art, literature, and music.
And always feed your birds. They need you because there aren’t enough insects.