Why am I blogging if not to showcase my wares? I have always enjoyed blogging, but now it seems to have no purpose.
I read two fabulous and inspiring blog posts, one from Tasha Chawner, and one from Catherine at Foxglove Lane. They both set me in a spin, and got me thinking.
So when I woke up the next morning and looked out of the window,
a mist enveloped my world, but unlike most dull misty mornings,
this one was seared by sunlight.
I was drawn outside, away from the warmth of the fire
and the early morning coffee.
I woke the startled dog from his sleep in his cosy kennel
and closed the garden gate behind me.
The distant sun-glow beckoned me towards it, out across the hill paddock,
under the fence, to the trees beyond. The dog was way ahead!
Magpies were warbling, kookaburras cackling,
rosellas reeling with delight in the morning air.
Like my mind, the spiky branches were a tangled mass
~ muddled, darting in all directions ~ a blur.
Suddenly in a flash, fingers of light were thrusting through the trees
in an ordered fashion ~ not chaotic, all over the place ~
but directed, purposeful and....yes, stunningly beautiful.
Everything seemed to fall into place.
It all became clear. I could see above the mist.
I wandered back across the fields to home.
Back in our sunny kitchen my husband was making a cuppa.
"I've had a wonderful walk and taken loads of photos" I said
"and best of all, I've worked out why I'm blogging!"
"Because you love it" was his instant reply!
He knew all along, I just never asked.
We need space sometimes to soak up what may be obvious to others.
A good walk always enables me to sort out my mind. How about you?
