We were hiking along the River Darent in Kent, between Horton Kirby and Farningham, when we came across this field beautifully carpeted with Buttercups, Dandelions, Daisies and a few spots of Red Campion. We just had to stop, have lunch and ponder this captivating little scene.
My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.
Absence lies at the heart of our seeing more clearly. It’s often in something’s absence that we suddenly begin to see it in a new light. It was Kahlil Gibran who said, “Let there be spaces in your togetherness.
I was touched by this little piece of architecture. As I looked at it I perceived a sense of order, symmetry and beauty. Somehow the colours too radiated a calm and a peace. No doubt, there is a form spirituality in the essence of architecture.
I took a walk through the woods today and saw the sheer beauty of carpets and carpets of bluebells. The woods were dark, but dabbled with sunlight and mystery. I had the distinct feeling of not being alone. The woods have that affect on me. When I’m in them I always feel I’m surrounded by presence. I have no language to articulate it. It’s not an ominous thing, just a mysterious and beautiful presence.
Light shines through, shadows give way, but it’s the door, the door that must also be opened.
Nature is always true to her nature. It’s human beings who betray theirs. I have long let go of that absurd dictum that only human beings are the crowning glory of creation, and that somehow they stand apart, or above all of Nature.