This week on our development course – that’s helping others develop, not us (well sorta) – we had a visit from a counsellor. She specialised in getting people to get outside and to join her on walks in the countryside.
As an icebreaker, she asked us to think of our preferred natural habitat. Before you think it, it wasn’t swanning about en femme someplace 🙂 I’ve said this a few times before on this blog, but my go-to place for tranquillity – either in my head or in the real world – is woodland.
Ideally old woods, with huge trees that reach up to the sky and whose branches splay out to cover the sky that beautiful mix of green.
I was born out in the sticks and the first house that the Ever Lovely Mrs J and I bought, well, it was very much in the city. Yeah, there were a few hedges and a few grass lawns, but that was it. If I leaned close to the window, I could just make out the treetops from a distant park. I think I was surprised at just how much I missed the countryside.
To stand in woodland and see those colours; to hear birdsong; to feel the breeze on my skin; to smell either the soft scent of pine or the rich dampness of leaves; to me, that’s to let go. Not to think, but just to witness and let it all drift by. Those moments of peace, I think, are to be treasured.
So now, well, we’re lucky that we live out in the countryside once again. Woods aren’t far and once the rush hour has gone, the view over the fields is quiet. It feels good to be out in nature.
What about you dear reader, where’s your place in nature? Woods, sea, lakes, moors, caves, cliffs, fields, deserts?