And as much as I love people, and I do, I really do, I also need to be away from them to allow myself time to think and just be me.
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And as much as I love people, and I do, I really do, I also need to be away from them to allow myself time to think and just be me.
We paused frequently for photographs but I fear that none will do justice to the fields of swaying wild flowers backed by moody hills and heavy clouds that we experienced.
You know how it is, when you wake up and nervously pull back the curtains, knowing that you have something rather special arranged for today and that you really, really want the weather to be kind to you?
Heavy set clouds hanging low over rolling, grey / green fields of winter-short grass, lazily dancing in time to the wind, swirling up through a gap in the cliffs way down below by the beach.
These are the times when I feel I should not be around people. No matter how good or inspirational or kind they may be. And these are also the times when my self-esteem sees only what it chooses to see and finds nothing but its own version of the truth.
I walked this morning. For miles and hours. Along lanes, tracks and footpaths. Across fields and through woods. I saw the sun rise and gazed as the blue sky appeared over hedgerows and stone walls. I startled horses from their solitary feeding in fields of dew-wet grass and caused cows to stop and stare mid-chew as I watched them over the gate.
The starkness of winter. Tall, bare trees becoming one with their own dark shadows in the low afternoon sunshine.