Life changing morning walks

Finding clarity

“Morning Glory” 5x7 watercolour. Framed.

Somewhere in the Welsh countryside. In a previous life, more than 23 years ago - I woke up early, around 5:30am, in a 500 yr old stone farmhouse.

I had to do something for my soul to replenish from a full day of giving my energy to someone who was consistently unkind and caused me a lot of suffering. For years I had been giving so much love and support and peace to another human who readily consumed it and expected it to be infinite yet so rarely offered anything gentle and nourishing in return. I was shrivelling away spiritually and emotionally. I felt my heart was slowly eroding because it wasn’t met with the same generosity or softness and I was sad and deeply lonely.

So I put on my wellies. Quietly creaked the screen door open and stepped out. The mist was slowly lifting off the verdant hills. The chilled air carried with it the smell of mud, creek water, wet dog, machinery oil, mouldy wood, damp stone.

I walked up the well worn dirt path, puddled tractor ruts.
I didn’t feel alone.
I stopped to greet a spider already busy making her web whose dewy pearls glistened in early morning sun.
I was not alone.
I walked further, feeling the mist on my cheeks and was enveloped in amber light.
I was not sad.
I felt infinite and radiant and good.
I met sheep. Some stirred and got up off their knees. I just spent time with them. Listening to their breath and quiet chewing.
I felt grateful, happy and hopeful. There is a gentle magic and splendour in the world that is kind and loving and expects nothing in return.

There is clarity in an early morning walk.

Before the rest of the world wakes up.

It feels like a space carved out just for you in the Universe.