Warm this campervan morning. I can not remember a September morning in the UK sitting in T - Shirt and shorts greeting the day. An early morning mist sits in the trees, dew clings to leaf, grass and the van, rivulets forming and streaming down the side. A pair of crows in a nearby Fir, the sounds of Robins, Wood Pigeon and a Great Tit. A crescent moon over head sitting in a hazy blue sky, scattered thinning cirrus cloud. The sun peeling back the mist, feels like another warm one. A day of exploration, Museums, Churches, formation of workers unions, peasants revolt, titanic survivors and of course coffee. There appears to be a theme of rights and justice for the working class around this part of Norfolk. A day of challenges too. A balance to be found in dealing with both. A delight to sit here once more and just witness. John O’Donohue ( My erstwhile travelling companion once more ) writes of a void, a non connection with everything that can be filled with nothing external. He says further that :
“All the possessions we have, the work we do, the beliefs we hold, are manic attempts to fill this opening… Until you really listen to the call of this void, you will remain an inner fugitive“.
A powerful few pages surround these sentences around the mystery of the self.
I sit this morning trying my utmost to sit with the void, watch the sun rise, listen to nature and listen to the self. And I am lucky that I am able to carve out the time to do so, but it’s actually hard work. Lovely days people.
“ Learn the unique language of your own soul. “ John O’Donohue.
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