Grey light and grey cloud this campervan morning. The cleansing cold of frost long gone. The light is, as I say, murky and grey, there’s moisture on the air, the kind that doesn’t fall, but hangs, drifts and clings to you. A single magpie in the very top of the Oak and what has become the customary small gathering of starlings in the Ash. Though none of them stay for long. There is a wee bit of cold hanging onto finger tips this morning. The morning commute of grinding rubber on concrete is overpowering and seeps into everything. Reflecting on the dramatic change in the weather and light this morning compared to the last few days of colour, bright oranges, pinks and cold whites. Also on some reading yesterday around the awe and wonder from Charles Sherrington.
“ We dismiss wonder commonly with childhood. Much later, when life’s pace has slackened, wonder may return. “
How often we take wonder and turn it into something that is taken for granted. The wonder of a stunning morning or any morning for that sake, the wonder of a landscape, friendship, relationship or a connection. Einstein wrote that
“ The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.”
How for me those things that were taken for granted in my youth become more valuable, wonderful and more fulfilling. The willingness to invest in them, my surroundings, nature and people. To get back in touch with my inner child and sense of wonder and awe. I am reminded of the conversation I had in the Lake District with an old man who climbed a small summit to experience the awe and wonder of the view one more time before he died. Lovely days people.
“ Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.” Ralph Waldo Emerson.
The view the old gentlemen and I shared with each other.
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