Some mornings as I pass the lake, I forget to let it touch my mind. Eyes clutch the colour, the shape, But awareness spins, then slides. Nymphs dance in the swirling mists, Orchids stir, straining in synaptic beds Amid the briars of tasks and lists. Pause to bloom or race ahead?
I like this, Graeme. Pausing to process and appreciate is already a question as you pose it here and it gets even more complicated when you add more people. If you hike by yourself you can go as far for as long as you want, but with others only so far and for only so long. Contemplation can be definitely be difficult when we are programmed to be bustlin.
Thank you dearly my friend. The spark for this was the realisation that I was sitting on the bus on the way to work every day - typing emails, scrolling social media, browsing Amazon....
All while pasing Camlough Lake, one of the most beautiful parts of Northern Ireland, and neglecting to turn my thick, dull head!
At least you have your head well screwed on in that department! Your attitude will take you far - glide don't flap!
I like this, Graeme. Pausing to process and appreciate is already a question as you pose it here and it gets even more complicated when you add more people. If you hike by yourself you can go as far for as long as you want, but with others only so far and for only so long. Contemplation can be definitely be difficult when we are programmed to be bustlin.
Thank you dearly my friend. The spark for this was the realisation that I was sitting on the bus on the way to work every day - typing emails, scrolling social media, browsing Amazon....
All while pasing Camlough Lake, one of the most beautiful parts of Northern Ireland, and neglecting to turn my thick, dull head!
At least you have your head well screwed on in that department! Your attitude will take you far - glide don't flap!
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you that is so kind
This one is my favorite of yours so far!
Thanks so much that's really made my day