Because the weather has been so great, I have not been attending to writing or anything much indoors, I just feel I should make the most of it no matter what. In fact I am about to make some lunch and then walk up to this point above to look at the view, which takes about an hour  and a half to walk. When everything is fixed here I will pack up a note book to write in and set off up the hills. Yes I know how lucky I am, I thank it all every day for unfolding in front of me, these beautiful spaces hold everything I need to live to the fullest in my being.  They ground me with their peace. I walked through a field of wild flowers and grasses on Saturday and was held by them, in the moment. The wyld spirit felt strong there. I stood and listened intently, feeling the energy of the growth and the beauty of its language. I watched a tiny white- tinted blue butterfly, so delicate, it landed in front of me and I watched it warm its wings in the pool of sun. I looked at all the different species of grass and flowers only recognising a handful of names.

More butterflies appeared and flitted around me, so busy in their work of survival and so beautiful in the  dance of it all, totally unconscious of their beauty, they exist, the delicacy of their performance..the wisdom they  use to find exactly what they need in each flower. The silent communion between the source and their searching.  The same silence in that present moment, as I watched, and felt it, attuning to it, except it was not total silence.

The bird song, the soft hum of bees, the far away sounds of children playing . As I walked back, I tuned into all the sights and sounds and smells around me, the soft slap of my feet against a dried out mud road, the distant sound of a garden mower. The smell of a barbecue fire, the sap of sun warmed trees. Everything around me is burgeoning green. Each year it never fails to take me by surprise, just how green , how thick the leaves are, how many shades of summer there.  It all just keeps on thriving. The energy of it pulses through me and around me, I breathe it in deep  and send it back out, thanking the gift of the moment, thanking the wyld and all its aliveness.