“To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.”
– Jeanne Moreau
– Jeanne Moreau
If you go down in the woods today…….
Unexpectedly, I found myself with a few minutes to spare earlier this week so I seized my chance to get the daily step count up and took a short woodland walk.
Even on a cold damp November afternoon there was beauty to be found.
and playing in among the trees and fallen leaves
And in a flash he was gone, leaving only the blur of his tail…….
But…… he couldn’t resist a final glance.
As a creature of habit, I take the same route when I go for a walk along the shore at Lunderston Bay, a beauty spot near where I live. It’s very easy to allow routine to kick in and to not look around you.
More recently I’ve been using these walks almost as mindfulness sessions, taking the time to myself to clear my mind. I’ve left my iPod at home and focussed on the sounds of the world around me- the seabirds, the waves, the kids laughter as they play on the beach or in the playpark, dogs barking as they too play on the beach or in the water, the sheep in the fields, the wind around me. I’ve paid attention to the ground beneath my feet- the soft sand, the damp hardpacked sand along the water’s edge, the squishy feeling of the seaweed, the gravel of the path. I’ve paid attention to the sights – the small shells and bright white pebbles in the sand, the sun glinting off the water, the wildflowers that grow along the paths.
I wonder how many people visit this spot and see and hear and feel nothing, seeing it purely as place to let the kids or the dog run free?
Sometimes though you need to look at even the most beautiful places from a different perspective….and you can have a little fun whilst doing it.
quotes sourced via Google- credits to the owners
I was sitting out in the sun the other day on the bench in the garden looking round. I’d been contemplating this week’s blog topic and already decided on a photo blog inspired by the flowers around me.
I began to think about what words should accompany the photos I had taken. As is my want, I turned to Google and searched “summer poem garden bees butterfly” .
Google came up trumps .
An Evening Hour
Published: April 2011
It was a sunny bright evening, an evening so calm,
The kind of evening that was inviting me with an outstretched arm.
So I decided to spend an hour doing almost nothing,
Sitting and enjoying the best of what nature could bring.
Getting up from my chair, I thought I’d take a stride
Then there was a bumble bee that suddenly came by my side.
There was a kind of music as the bee flapped its wing,
Music so perfect that no one could ever sing.
Walking little further, I spotted a butterfly
Which was hovering over the flowers and then soaring high
And I came to the conclusion as I was on my knees,
Not the richest of queens was dressed like one of these.
My evening hour in the garden was very well spent
And now I know what beauty and music really meant!!
Many An Evening Hour has been spent appreciating the world around me.
The variety of wildflowers that I admire on my meanderings never ceases to amaze me.
and eventually the bee does come 😉
No matter how often you admire the same view, it never looks the same twice……
I walk past this view several times a week. I’ve walked past this view several times a week for years…..it never grows old, it never stays the same. Sometimes constant change is good…
Last night as I drove home from work, my mind was racing. The cogs were still whirling round as I reflected on the various highs and lows of the day. The creative cogs were beginning to pick up speed as I began to plan ahead for the evening’s writing activities. The “me” cogs were going into over drive as I thought and over thought various other things.
Then I really looked at the road ahead of me. Looked at the sky. Looked at the world around me.
Without hesitation, I turned off the road into a small car park a few hundred yards further along the road.
Sometimes you just need to put the plans on hold and do what’s good for your soul.
I did just that.
Thirty minutes later I returned to the car, soul suitably fed.