For the last few days we've been Waking to wonderful mornings of mist, Beautifully quiet and so very still.
'Seasons of mist and mellow fruitfulness'
John Keats 1795-1821
Dressed in boots and woollen hats, creeping along the paths in the village like secret foxes, my husbands hand in mine and my beautiful girl snuggled in the sling, Its first thing in the morning . . .
Everyone else is still in bed.
So for now this land is ours.
To roam and to tread, the earth soft with dew,
the air fresh and cool brings life a new
And for these few moments I look out to see,
nothing but pale grey in front of me.
Grey. My favourite colour of all.
Time slows down, the rhythm and the quiet pace of nature brings balance and harmony, when I am here in the stillness I am safe and all is well.
I move closer to study the detail, precious being, what you are made of I am made of too.
Being in nature is always such an incredible time for reflection, giving me the opportunity to receive guidance and wisdom. I am brought so much closer to my self, and always return home feeling cleansed and replenished.
In society We are taught to believe we will never have enough, right here I know have everything I need,
The Pale tones, the silence, the dew that gently kisses my cheek, It's all perfect, Thank you, I am grateful.