No Adventure Time

I want to be on top of a mountain
I want to drift on the ocean
I want to dig naked toes in sand
I want to slide down a slope on my bum

I want to jump into the ice-cold sea
without my steamer
I want to camp wild
hot coffee without creamer

I want to fight my way uphill
I want rain in my face and wind in my hair
I want to cycle through overgrown woods
I want to race downhill on my bike
I want to smell pine resin
I want to smell petrichor

I want to hear the silences
The silence of the ocean
The silence of the forest
The silence of bare feet on grass
The silence of the wind

I want to breathe in freedom


Roots

So my friends today nature gave me this image of two fallen trees. One without roots who died and one with roots who, although wonky, still strives.

Two fallen trees
Two fallen trees

Know thy roots
Know them well
If the storm of life throws you back into yourself
You have somewhere to go
Somewhere to hold onto
An anchor through space and time
Ancestral
If the direct line is pain
Go further back
Keep going until you meet the light
Somewhere along the roots there is light always
If you don’t know your roots
If life has displaced you from them
Listen
Listen carefully
They are there within
Maybe you were given new roots

Either way

Find them
So the storm won’t break you

Sunday Thoughts

It’s a grey rainy day here in Scotland and mood was a bit on the low. This is the time of year where we are out almost each weekend: wild camping, kayaking, hiking, mountain biking. And I was not looking forward to another weekend without adventures. We got onto the mountain bikes anyway and took a route that used to be blocked off but now has an access path. I never knew we had proper wetlands just on the outskirts of town, with a field of cotton grass, a birch wood covered in blueberry shrubs! I will go back and share some proper photos with you. It was as if we accidentally stumbled into another dimension. From our urban surroundings into a wild, wild wood. Magical! So how many micro-adventures do you have on your door step? Areas you don’t know about or–like the alpha boy–haven’t been there in 40 years? Amazed how huge that tree you remember from childhood has become. Little hidden gems of magic.

Of Being

Just being
Fluid time
Fluid space

The days bleed into one another
Full to the brim
As ever

Owl hoots seep through open windows
A happy little churn
My stomach

Be present
In time
In space

Everything is tuned into one song
The rhythm of life
A metronome

The sun warm on my skin
Wind in my hair
My breath

Be grateful
For time
For space

To be continued ... what do you think so far? 

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