Post 4 (see posts 1 or 2 for intro)
Friday 11th-Monday 14th July
The long weekend at the log cabin was a sumptuous nature immersed experience that brought me back into myself and out of myself at the same time.
I sat silently observing, in the moment, the sun creating shimmers with the breeze across the water, skimming and dancing over the surface. A family of ducks explored every corner of the loch, their heads disappearing and bums emerging bobbing along, just bobbing bums popping up and down. The little fluffy ducklings would jump out the water to snatch a beastie from the tops of the water reeds making little squeaks of exertion which made me laugh.
A robin, the same one that I recognised came and sat at the trunk of the tree, looking at me time and time again.
I saw a deer in the forest roaming silently through and a frog hidden under the grasses from the falcons circling above.
A red squirrel came searching for food and a woodpecker tapped away at a tree.
I cycled down to the river Birse and stood watching the amber coloured waters flowing past, listening to it’s tranquil music and looked closely at a purple thistle, our national flower, how soft the purple petals are.
A friend text-ed me ‘how ya doing?’ it’s nice to be thought of.
Some days were warm and I slept in the sun in front of the loch listening to the trees talking their talk with the wind fluttering through them and on the cold days I made a fire in the wood burner, nestled into the sofa and read my book that told me some truths.
Tuesday 15th July
I finished work and went to pick up a present for a friend. Standing at the bus stop waiting for the half hourly bus home, it drove right past! didn’t even stop, how strange, so I walked up the street, walking and walking until the next bus stop and the nest bus would come. I stood there, waiting in the warm wind eating corn chips for a while and then my bus came, I got on to pay but there was no paying box, so I got a free ride home.