Thursday, 12 July 2018
This morning. Photos copyright SvD.
This sheep looks at the hound and I with utter disdain as we walk past every day. I love the black patch which adds to that look of utter antipathy.
The local vicar who is a frequent walking partner dislikes sheep and often remarks that they are 'born to die'. That's usually when I remind the vicar that faith is about peace and love...
Tuesday, 10 July 2018
Tuesday, 3 July 2018
The summer sun has such intensity as it energises nature with an overdose of vitality to flourish, reproduce and bear fruit. One of my favourite books is L'Etranger by Albert Camus and the scene where the protagonist is blinded by the sun and pulls the trigger is a masterstroke of writing, creating an image that is instantly emblazoned on the brain. I used to live in a village where the only exit road meant you drove right into the sun and because the landscape was completely flat the sun appeared as a giant orb on a very close horizon. One had the sensation of driving into Hades quite literally, and for five or more seconds it was impossible to see the road or oncoming cars at all. The summer sun is a bit like love and art: heart stopping and unforgettable. Now that the days are long I am going for a last evening stroll before bed and this is the wheat dappled by the setting sun.
Photo copyright SvD.
Photo copyright SvD.
Thursday, 28 June 2018
Having dropped in to see my doctor on Tuesday and asking him to find a pulse, he informed me that my blood pressure has hit the roof from stress. I must immediately find a work-life balance according to him. Ha, ha. Perhaps I should have asked him to marry me straight away if only he would promise that I could finally have a rest and spend the rest of my life reclining on sable rugs and sipping champagne while draped in priceless diamonds and little else. Anyway, after snapping myself out of a pointless fantasy and having checked my blood pressure maniacally over 48 hours, I then felt courageous enough to drive down to Blenheim Palace, birthplace of Winston Churchill and home of the Duke of Marlborough. Exquisite! Priceless antiques, baroque architecture and the spoils of the family's exploits over several hundred years. I enjoyed my day and feel restored and ignoring my health worries for now.
Tuesday, 19 June 2018
Having bounced around the world, I've learned to be still. Having gone through every bad experience you can imagine, I've learned to understand what is good. Walk. Think. These are ways of giving thanks in silence. This vista on my evening walk today fills me with gratitude. Peace.
Monday, 18 June 2018
Is this an aerial view of a dense forest in some unspoilt part of the world? No. It's the oxygenators, those plants which oyxgenate the water in a pond so that the fish will not go belly up. Can you spot the blue dragonfly? You thought it was a forest. See how our perception keeps us away from the truth? Believe what you want, see what you want, think what you want but never lose sight of the dragonfly and when you blink he'll be gone.