During my travels around England this month, I have been listening to Classic FM.
Each hour in the past week, there has been a promotion of the Woodland Trust’s Big Bluebell Watch that mentions Anne Brontë’s Bluebell poem.
The second verse of the poem starts with these two lines:
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
Every time I hear those lines, I think about the conversations I have been having with coaches over the last four years in a critical friend project.
Most of the coaches in the group would get stuck into me about being overly romantic in my view of their coaching. However, I do think that the conversations have given me abundant opportunities to share a silent eloquence that comes with their experience and reflection.
There is a melancholy part of the poem too … about times remembered of “sunny days of merriment” when “heart and soul were free”. The poem ends with this verse:
‘Sad wanderer, weep those blissful times
That never may return!’
The lovely floweret seemed to say,
And thus it made me mourn.
A number of the coaches in the group have lost their jobs in the last four years. Two of them are finding the experience of unemployment particularly hard as they strive to get interviews for new opportunities.
They have silent eloquence to share and will flourish in the light.
That is the paradox in Anne’s poem and in the world of coaching … and perhaps why we need a Woodland Trust project for coaches.
Tiddesley Woods (Pershore Pictures, Twitter)