A gentle walk in life

This morning I took a gentle walk alone and in the clouds

I breathed in the purist wet soaked air upon my saddened brow

I walked so slowly, not even birds were startled by my presence

Then I’d stop and enjoy their beauty, simply lasting only seconds.

I struggled up the hill thankful for two legs that would carry, me

nearer my destination, first some flat ground, then a valley…

Then through the dew dropped trees and along the winding path

I arrived to see the swirling mists, dancing swiftly, fleeting fast.

I stood in awe and wondered at the joy this land dost give;

the colours and the shadows, the textures thick and sieved,

the size and shapes of plants, embankments gently bending,

to meet the water cool and still — for life its turns unending.

T’was good to be at one again; mother’s spirit softly holding

my body and my mind — yes — my soul here it is searching…

to know and understand this gift of life and all its meaning is

the one true wisdom to be sought… it’s a life time in its seeking.

We do not have to travel far to realise our worth.

Just stop and see ourselves amidst the beauty of this earth

and prepare for each new day by connecting with this land…

being grateful for its gift of life; humbled to understand.

24 January, 2016

In memory of my beautiful mother — Yvonne Mary Elizabeth Winspear 30/10/1930-17/01/2016