While the forest abounds with delightful micro photogenic cameos, I've found it really quite challenging to convey the wider essence of the forest.
However, while taking myself for a walk yesterday, a charming candlewood invited me under her branches and I lay on my back in the rustling dry mulch watching her leaves gently light-play with the setting sun.
As I lay there, in pure and simple present enjoyment of my canopied view, a thought did cross my mind that I shouldn't lie there too long as I was after all on a walk to the sea for a swim at sunset. Fortunately I've been practising my defence against such saboteur thoughts like those, so a second thought quickly bumped the first off into the ether: What kind of an absurd 'should' is that!? I was on my way to the sea because I had felt like it when I left home; I was lying on my back in the forest because that was what I felt like now... and there was no reasonable reason not to indulge in what was presented to me now.
So often, once we've formed and hopped into an idea, I think we forget that we can also re-form it or even hop right out of it altogether, and change our own flow with those of our ever fluid circumstances.
I am needing both exercise and good, genuine, fulsome rest—the kind of rest that arrives less from lying in bed and more while lying on one's back under a candlewood tree, and since rest is not something that appears often in my diary (nor in anyone else’s, I'm sure!), it would be a sacrilege to pass on such a precious opportunity!
[On a technical note, the light flares and stars, for those who are keen or curious, are thanks to smear marks from wiping my cell phone camera lens 'clean' with my cotton T-shirt—an absolute no-no with my Brikon, and even my sunglasses when I can help it, but somehow acceptable with my Camsung!]
