Those are just three little words that pop into my thoughts as I delve into late spring this fine morning. The fresh velvety soft fur envelops a newborn baby calf as it nimbly discovers its new surroundings, a pure white burst of fluff disappears into the dew soaked shrubbery, from the cottontail of a baby bunny rabbit, and outstandingly vibrant lush green leaves bathed in late spring rain lay protectively languishing on every branch.
All this fresh abundant produce is so mesmerising to witness especially as it has not yet been branded by the trials of life.
Whether that be environmental, emotional or even elemental.
Oo I do like a shiny new thing!
I have expelled myself out into the world of nature today as I’m carrying far too much excess baggage, and not in the weighty department either. I have got myself completely and utterly submersed in post holiday blues, (Amazing family wedding in Portugal) and they’re hanging heavily and forlorn like around my neck.
So thrusting this hefty unwanted companion into the environmental elements really helps. The low lying grey cloud which surrounds my soul begins to lift and unfurl as I run deeper into the arms of Mother Nature. As this heavy quilt of protection begins to disperse, the outside world slowly begins to penetrate within.
The usual welcoming birdsong just ricocheted off my dark woolly aura this morning, but as I carried on running and unraveling the sounds began to trickle in, piercing through my morbid meniscus, breaking it up and ridding me of my dark mood.
I felt the great fingers of nature, like branches of an old wise tree reach in and connect with my light, allowing it to pour out and engage with all life around me.
Little heavy but so true!
My usual pathways have been transformed by the abundance of late May rain. The trees and shrubs which grow either side have raced to the top and joined together, embracing leafy fingers, to form archways of abundance, glorified with lush new green growth. As I run through them it gives me such a wonderful comforting feeling of being nurtured and cared for in a womb like canopy.
Almost like being transported down the tunnel of love in an old fair ground ride, dark and dank but fun and exciting all the same.
Today on my run I passed a huge open field pouring out in front of me, enticing me into its long swaying grass speckled with a great rash of brilliant yellow buttercups. The gate was wide open inviting me in, but instead of this scene making me happy and drawing me closer, I couldn’t help but feel a little sadness, as not so very very long ago the gate was shut and this field was filled with families of newborn baby lambs! Where did they all go? But life does go on.
It really is a joy to behold to be brave and go out into the wilderness when it’s raining, which it does do quite a lot in these parts, and you usually find that not too many humans come out, apart from the perma-damp loyal ones like myself. I find that on days like these you can really lose yourself in the trees and the breeze, there’s no need to interact with anyone apart from nature itself.
Just like a mini break, a little pocket of goodness to brighten up your day.
It works for me!
Until next time