Consolations 28

Meditation is
one of the portals
to elated ecstasy.

Flower

Loss
is inevitable
in life
but love
is the lifeboat
that will keep
the body
afloat.

On Rhossili – Boundless Beauty

To walk here is to feel a profound sense of connection coursing through one’s veins. The wildness and the tranquillity combine in a potent blend, infusing the soul with a frisson of unconfined contentment.

Striding across Rhossili down, with the heather blooming in the late summer sun, the gorgeous sands below stretching with beckoning grace and all the world invitingly unfurled, like a perfect picture, any afflictions plaguing the mind cease to be – everything is just as it is meant to be.

The combination of grass, sea and sand mingling in the sparkling breeze is a tonic to be treasured in all seasons. Earth truly is the great benefactor – we are the blessed ones to savour such infinite riches.

When unease or disease trouble the weary body as they are wont to do, it is the boundless beauty of country and reverence that keeps us whole. Our hearts are shaped by the places we love, just as much the places we love are touched by our open hearts. Awe is the bond that remains unshakeable.

Sustenance

The morning always comes.
The mind may be tortured
The body may betray.
The spirit may be stifled
and self lose its sway.

The morning always comes,
hope rising in birdsong –
love finds a way.

Walking

I heard walking is the best medicine,

that it helps to relieve mental tension;

so said someone keen to perambulate,

it’s like a romance, refreshing and great.

 

An uplifting obsession, I’m hooked;

everywhere I go I travel by foot,

atop the hills admiring locations,

it’s tricky to suppress fresh sensations.

 

Intoxicated by sights, sounds and smells,

my mind is alive, signalling like bells

the music of nature, verdant existence;

a cure for battle-wearied resistance.

 

I can’t get enough of it, it would seem,

energising the body, stretching dreams;

I heard walking is the best medicine,

that it helps to relieve mental tension.

 

“A turn or two I’ll walk, to still my beating mind” (William Shakespeare,  The Tempest)