I haven’t managed to make any posts recently. Life, work, and of course my kids have been taking up a lot of my time. I cannot deny that the last almost-a-year has been amongst the most stressful I’ve known. And yet, no matter how stressed I’ve ever become, I’m amazed how nature always has that magic power to calm me down, wash away my worries.
Northern Ireland is currently experiencing a little bit of a heat wave- so my eldest girl and I wandered down to the park near our house to enjoy the weather.
And whilst there was a play park, we found far more joy in rolling down hills, blowing dandelion clocks, playing in the cut grass and making a nest for the shell of a bird’s egg that we found.
And I have had the poem ‘The peace of wild things’ by Wendall Berry bouncing around my head all day since we came home, particularly this part:
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
There’s something beautiful and freeing about being in nature, whether that be climbing up into the mountains, or popping down the road to the little park at the foot of the hill. Getting to share that with your kid is even better.
So next time you feel that the world is getting on top of you, take yourself off to where the wild things are and let yourself relax.