Walking Into Spring and Out Of My Head
The last few months have involved a lot of reflection on the past, digging up memories, issues that were processed or buried, and planning for the future too. I won’t go into why (yet) but despite it being a useful process it’s also been one that has kept me firmly in my head.
Together with the wet, dark weather and a dodgy ankle, there’s not been quite so many opportunities to get out and lose myself in the world.
This morning I walked with Moshi to find signs of Spring, to bathe in the warm smelling air and the tumbling skylark song, and track down opening buds and blossoming hedges.
I always tell everyone else to let go of existing expectations and pay attention to what you notice – to what the world shows to you. So it wasn’t so much the expected buds and flowers that grabbed me, or at least not just, but the firming up of the mud on the tracks from sloppy to firm and molded, the glowing of new yellow plastic pipe against dark green ivy, and the explosions away on Salisbury Plain that made me jump and the sky shudder.
It was just what I needed, to let everything go and put roots back down into the here and now.