“A walk in nature, walks the soul back home”
This morning, as me and George tromped across the fields on our morning walk, I could feel and see the subtle shift in the seasons. The smell of damp earth, the misty sky as the sun broke through, the vivid colours in the trees, reds, yellows all just starting to change.
I remember a time I used to dread the end of summer, I would mourn for it, cling on to its memory, those long summer days and warm nights.
This time it feels so different. As we stand in the middle of the recently ploughed field, my feet firmly planted into the earth, rooted right here in this moment, I look up and see the changes happening, I can smell and feel the clear crisp air, the mist flowing over the field, nature at work, a new beginning.
How strange, it is as if I have never seen this happen before, never before witnessed the subtle changes of seasons and how beautiful it is. Maybe I was always too caught up in mourning the passing of summer, stuck in the past, worrying about the future and forgetting the present.
There is a sense of deep peace here, just here in this very moment, not clinging, not grasping, not reaching out. Just letting these changes happen and witnessing it all unfold in awareness.
Just a little moment in time.
Beautiful nature, the greatest teacher of all. Nothing is permanent, everything changes.