Anything, Everything
In the meantime, all we can do (all we are allowed to do) is take in what is around us immediately. We often spend so much time thinking of somewhere else, that we miss what’s in front and around now. There’s still so much you or I haven’t seen yet of our immediate surroundings and what they have to offer.
Sometimes you just have to find a bench, listen to the birds and watch life pass by in a secret spot.
Now that the weather is brightening up, with a few exceptions, more and more life is starting to emerge. If this isn’t something to look forward to, I dont know what is. Sometimes just to exist and observe is all you need.
Today it feels like we’re coming out of the darkness that was winter. It’s warmer, clearer and brighter. Finally, we’re seeing signs of Spring.
Over the last few weeks of doing this, I’ve noticed a change in myself. Of course, we all want to get out and see the world again. I’m planning my trip to climb Scafell as soon as. But, since making the effort to take a new picture every day of something I find beautiful, I’m noticing that I’m noticing. A small flower, the way a leaf catches the light. They all small things, but sometimes you catch yourself thinking about it. If no one else finds it beautiful, who’s really at a loss there?
We can at last see a pathway out of this situation, and soon we’ll be able to stretch our legs out elsewhere. I count myself lucky for living so close to the Wrekin, because when you’re on top of it, or any other peak, it does away with those walls that build up in your mind as a result of shutting in.
Today I went for a walk in my local park, and for a little while, things felt normal. It’s rare I see so many people on a Sunday. The crocuses, it seems, have invaded and are everywhere. I feel like I’m seeing them more this year than ever, but it might also be just me paying more attention.
Right now, every days feels the same. Get up, work, clean, eat, bed. Sometimes, however, a bit of repetition, that bit of surety is nice. Somethings, you can set your watch by.
Crocuses, for example, turn up in the same spot at the local wooded area every year about this time, without fail. Today, as the workers were cutting down a massive amount of foliage that had managed to grow undisturbed for such a long time, knowing that these little things will still pop up no matter what is unusually comforting.
Winter can be a dull, drab time. Everything is grey or brown or just a bit icky (when there’s no snow about, in which event everything is glorious). But often thats when the odd splash of colour, usually going unnoticed, might suddenly pop out at you in the shape of leaves, flowers, little red berries.
The Wrekin is a bit of a treat this time of year, I think. Vivid colours, snowdrops… Even when there’s no leaves on the trees, there’s still a haunting beauty about them.
Paint a Mental Picture 