Here’s a favourite spot on my regular morning walk – across a little bridge on the walkway there are overhanging branches that form a tunnel. At the further side the path swings off jauntily into the sunlight, with a cute tree further on, disappearing beside the meadow. The pictures depict me at various times during this year, after setting up my self-timer on iphone, so that the feeling I always get is captured: Me walking into the Light.
There’s something about that scene that is very evocative to me – of my own beliefs, of a personal striving to step from darkness, of an adventure waiting. I suppose most of all it speaks to me of the joy that comes after sorrow, or the beauty and life found after a period of hard struggle. Whenever I walk through here, no matter what season, I am uplifted. I glance to the right – as you see I am doing today – and see the city in the distance on the other side of the harbour. From here, I cannot hear the traffic steadily creeping towards it from the motorway. It looks like a far off dream.
And I took the time, today, to sit on this seat, facing the sea but hearing the birds all around me, the meadow soughing softly in the breeze, the SMELL of the flowers and seedheads around me. What luxury to stop for a moment and soak it in, in perfect serenity, for a while.