Walking in the Woods

I enjoy walking through the woods. Whenever an opportunity to do so presents itself, I welcome it. There’s something so idyllic and peaceful about it. However, there’s also something a little strange about it. Many spaces in the woods have a wonderfully welcoming atmosphere about them, and lingering in them can be so uplifting and energising; but, there are also spaces that feel decidedly uncomfortable, disconcerting, even a little malevolent, and the feeling to get away is intense. Strange, I’ve never been able to understand this contradiction. It’s a mystery to me, and I’ve come to accept it like that – even been in awe of it at times.

The Inner Wanderer

An evening walk – on my way home

I listen to the wanderer within. Wise and ancient voice, known, yet unknown, always calling me beyond myself;  I’m awakened to my sense of pilgrimage, yet also to my roots and belonging.  Between these two I live and dance.

From My Sketchbook

A scene near our village just longing to be sketched. I had the distinct feeling of this being a restful place in spite of the signs of neglect. So it found its way into my sketchbook.

Cloud Shadows

Standing alone on Bluebell hill, I watched the clouds go by, their shadows like smudges of ink gliding across the countryside. A thought came to mind – do these shadows at some mysterious level leave behind their tracks in the landscape, or do they simply, without a trace,  dissolve with their twin in the sky?

Morning Light

This morning’s walk:

The soft morning sunlight has this unassuming power to gladden the heart of things and to call them forth into the confidence of a new day. It’s not a glaring light shaking us into forceful wakefulness, but a gentle one, introducing and revealing the day with poise and with grace.

Surfaces

The still and mirror-like surface of the lake was suddenly broken by the rising of a large fish, its fins dripping droplets of orange in the light of the setting sun. A sublime moment of disclosure, an epiphany, then disappearing beneath its watery world as quickly as it arrived.

I was reminded of the many thoughts, ideas and risings that have broken the surfaces of my life, and my responses to them – those that were acknowledged and actualised, and those that were simply left to sink below the surface again?

A Gathering of Cloud

When landscape becomes moody and ominous. When I took this shot I felt a distinct sense of threat and unease. Nature at times can be extremely intimidating, yet so filled with beauty.

Seeing Both Sides

“The man who sees both sides of a question is a man who sees nothing at all.”

So says, Oscar Wilde. Not sure I agree. The person who sees both sides is precisely the person who sees. But if it simply means seeing both sides with nothing flowing from it, then the person does see nothing at all.

The ability to see both sides of an issue needs to inform and lead to decision and action. Only holistic seeing and thinking nurtures wise opinion, decision and action. 

Singing Football Fans

Football fans singing
warlike, slightly off key
throaty guttural sound
Concentrating more on the
manliness of voice
than the melody itself.

I love football and I’m always amused by the singing of the fansespecially now by the undergoing change as more and more women assert themselves in the support and playing of the game. 

Deliberateness

To live deliberately is a good thing. Goal-setting and to-do lists etc., certainly get things done. But to be overly deliberate in our living is limiting. It becomes exhausting. Everything has to be gruellingly willed into existence, and the inevitable price we pay is a form of tunnel vision and a loss in natural spontaneity and creativity.