Tag Archives: philosophy
Happy Soul
On days when I’m happy all the way down into my boots, I find smiling faces all around me wherever I look. Even on the floor of the woods as I’m walking the dogs, looking down, a little cheery … Continue reading
Connection to Self
Sometimes when the noise and activity of life becomes too much, it’s good to turn away from it all and head to the hills. To walk further and further from the demands and needs of the world of others, … Continue reading
Shadows of Self
In Winter the shadows draw in around us, we notice them more and we yearn for the light of Summer. In psychotherapy we speak about the shadow, and it’s a wonderful metaphor which Jung came up with to describe the … Continue reading
Contrasting Textures of Time
This beautiful weathered fence post has been in place at the edge of this field for many years. We know this by noticing the lines in the wood which have been enhanced and deepened slowly by the passage of time. … Continue reading
Tidal Shift
Watching the shifting tide move in and out across the shore is a great reminder of the steady rhythm of change deep at the heart of our own lives. We know at some level that life is a flow of … Continue reading
Stone Wrinkles
Formed at the base of a warm coral filled sea, these beautiful wrinkled rocks proudly show us their marks of time. Once lapped by salty waves, they sit now high on a mountainside on the Isle of Skye. Far to … Continue reading
Spring Tales
Walk with me a while, beneath the creamy blossom trees, and I’ll tell you a tale or two about Spring and her vibrant magic. She stretches her arms wide, and pushes the cold and the darkness out to the edges … Continue reading
Spring Bounce
The sudden increase in sunshine, and the lengthening of the days produces a definite effect on all of us. As the flowers pop open all around us, and the sap rises in the trees, we can all feel a little … Continue reading
Winters Bones
We walked out along a line of Beech trees, and the low winter sun caught in our eyes, blinding us with shadows and glitter. The air was still as though the year was holding her breath, and bird song was … Continue reading