Another grey and rainy day. This used to depress me, this continuous greyness, day after day. My daily walks with the dog have changed this. I go out, walk and enjoy the beauty of any weather. Greyness takes many forms and when you are out there, you experience its many hues. Today it all felt so soft. There was almost no wind and the little breeze felt gentle, a bit damp and so soft. Looking around me I saw how the low grey clouds hid, covered trees and houses for them to reappear a bit later again, for these clouds are always moving. Sometimes we also hide and cover ourselves in a bit of a cloud, withdraw, to reappear again, to show ourselves again in our full glory.
Doing some exercise in a quiet spot in the forest, in the presence of the mighty trees, the twittering of birds, the sniffing of the dog and the gentle sounds of the forest. Creating movement in today’s very still environment. Stillness and movement in me and in the forest. We are one.