Monthly Archives: November 2017

Thursday 23

We are on the High Peak Trail .A gale is storming in over the Staffordshire moorlands.Spots of icy rain sting the cheeks bringing a wonderful sense of exhilaration and joy . Everything is alive in the wake of these strong winds that whip our coats and seek to rip off our hoods.Now and then the morning sun rips a gash in wind driven clouds .Shafts of light resembling search lights illuminate the horizon. Being in the presence of the power of nature brings such freedom. We laugh and watch a gathering of Rooks and jackdaws who seem to be playing in the sky. The wind swirls them up and down.They ride the storm calling “raak” and “Jack Jack”  in what appears to be absolute joy.(Life lesson ! When the storms come ride them don’t fight them ? Easy to say hard to do). The birds swoop and swirl as we watch.Wonderful stuff in the Peak District.

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Stanton Moor

The Nine Ladies were at their silent magical best on this crisp beautiful afternoon.the mid afternoon sun cast a spell across the circle. Silently we paid our respects in a hushed wonder.Sometimes nature is transcendent and all you can do is rest in that presence. The universe greets you with love and blessed with her bounty. Our role in this drama is to rest and be aware. It is in these moments we realise just how meaningless much of what we are encouraged to strive for will not satisfy our souls.Begin in silence and the present moment .We have to make space in life for these gifts.       It’s all we really have. Namaste.

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