I’ve been working on some emotional posts recently and the accumulative effect of this has been mood-swings – euphoric one minute, dismal the next.
The best tonic for me when this happens is the beauty of the natural world. Getting out in the fresh air, feeling the wind in my hair and the sun on my skin, losing my thoughts in the incessant crashing of the waves on the beach; these remind me of the bigger picture and make my niggling concerns seem insignificant. It also takes me back to my early childhood, when I spent most of my time outdoors, avoiding the inexplicable events in our household. It’s where I feel “at home”.
The week started with a windchill temperature of minus twenty, but yesterday afternoon we enjoyed sixteen degree sunshine as we busied ourselves building, drawing and laughing in the sand.
All around us there were signs of spring – from the verdant green of new grass shoots pushing up through the brown carpet of last years growth, to the melodic birdcalls passing back and forth between tree and telegraph pole occupants!
S, of course, got her feet wet throwing rocks within the first ten minutes and J confided she needed to pee, but after relief of the Behind-The-Bush variety we ended up staying a good couple of hours. And we hadn’t anticipated having to backtrack three-quarters of the way, after realising minutes from home, that S had jettisoned her gloves in a fit of piqué some time ago.
Following the glove Search & Rescue operation we made it home, scattering liberal amounts of sand as we removed shoes, starving hungry and in high spirits! I can always rely on Nature to bring me back to living in the moment – that’s where the true beauty lies.