This time a week ago I moved into my new home. A whole week has just flashed past and with it comes a new realisation; life carries on, no matter what is happening in our tiny corner of the world, it carries on flowing forward and how we flow with it dictates how we feel.

The company I am currently working for has asked me to write my story about the letting go and flowing it has taken to reach this point, so I shall save that for another day. Suffice to say, it is proving hard to relax now I have my place of peace and it is almost as if I am holding my breath waiting for the next upheaval.

Last night I took an emotionally demanding call for work and when I put the phone down, I milled about for a minute after it wondering how to settle myself. There are a myriad of jobs that need doing since the move, but I refuse to pressurise myself into doing them in a rush. The last thing I need right now is a ‘to do’ list as long as my arm or any pressure whatsoever. Then my eyes alighted on the herb tray my lovely neighbours at the back had given me (with some terracotta pots) as a house warming present . Just the job to unwind I thought. I pottered about the garden collecting spare paving blocks of various shapes and sizes and built a little tower and potted up my gifted herbs. The sun was setting and the day was still warm and my peace was restored in minutes.

Life will always be life, and I will let go and flow as I have been taught, but my inner peace is very precious. Herbs and earth helped me to retain that.

In a changing landscape you choose your perspective on the view….

My lovely friends have a special home and it has helped me immeasurably to be able to walk up their garden, open the gate and step out into the fields. As fast as the suggestion is made that their dogs may need to stretch their legs, I am already halfway out of the door, and this is the view that greets us when we open the gate.

One realisation I have absorbed in the past few days is the need to let go of any feelings of hurt, anger or shock at what has happened, and that way I have my inner peace, regardless of the view that is before me.

In one day the fields changed as rainy weather closed in and we were greeted with this view at evening time.

Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see – Mark Twain

Someone enquired today how I had achieved the almost Zen like float I have going on. No, I have not taken to drink, mind altering substances or chocolate. Not meditating for hours on end, performing a ritual at sunrise or ‘doing’ anything in particular either.

I have consciously lifted all pressure off my mind, regardless of what is going on around me. I am ‘in’ this moment. So right now I am writing, with music playing softly, and I am smiling. I am holding onto kind thoughts, saying kind things and pouring forth kindness.


Delightful discoveries…

My daily routine has changed beyond all recognition and so has the way I earn a living. Whilst I get the hang of all these changes I am going right back to basics and it’s amazing how restorative sleep is. Sounds silly I know, but we push ourselves so hard and fret about so many things, when sometimes all we need is basics like rest and care.

I have been jumping in the car to run all my errands since I moved. My soul buddy recognised my difficulties in letting go and relaxing, so last time he was down here he took me back to the Tree Cathedral. He reminded me last night that the peace I found there was still inside me and he is right.

Today I don’t start work till this afternoon, so this morning I set off on foot to pick up some groceries and locate the postbox. The sky was choked with black clouds, but I was undeterred. Look what I found not a few hundred yards from our front door and yes, there is peace to be found there too. The sun broke through as I walked up to the trees surrounding this lovely spot and to my delight there are water lilies blooming in the middle.

Peace is also inside me.