A stunning campervan morning. Gloriously sunny, thick dew on the ground and a cloudless blue sky. Almost the archetypal campervan morning. A firm chill with the slightest of breezes, steam rising from coffee and breath on the air. Trees bathing in bright sunlight, a Blackbird singing in the ash, a distant cockerel, smaller birds dart around the sky. A few scattered car noises, but there is a gentleness to the soundscape this morning, well at this time in the morning there is. Also a sense of finally moving away from cold dark mornings under the oak and embracing the shift to another season, as slow as it does seem to be in coming. I was dipping into the diaries of the photographer Ansel Adams yesterday and the work of the famous naturalist John Muir. Adams writes :
“ Every experience is a form of exploration.”
An exploration of not just the external, but the internal. We talk a lot in the therapy room about awareness. The moment to check in and explore the actions and reactions to the triggers, surroundings and experiences, acknowledge them and explore them if appropriate. Through that would hopefully come some understanding. So every experience is an opportunity for understanding. It’s an ongoing ever evolving process. There is a bit of me that wants to shift that a little and say that every experience is also a form of expression. An opportunity to express our individuality.
One of Muir’s most famous quotes, which I am sure I may have used once or twice before, fell into my lap as I was reading yesterday it goes :
“I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”
Every experience is a form of exploration, understanding and expression. So much to unpack in ourselves in our daily encounters with life and also in this blog, but time once more is against me. Lovely days people.
“ The good life is a process, not a state of being. It is a direction, not a destination.” Carl Rogers.
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