The Stillness Of Grey

Lessons From The Land

The grey of January mornings have brought me quietude and stillness after the busy days of Solstice. There have been some very thick mists and fog first thing and whilst the days are getting longer, the sun is still taking its time to rise and even then it rarely gets high enough to burn the mist off the land as it does in the autumn. If there’s no breeze to move the mist along, then we are shrouded in a quiet, cloud soft land.

It is on one of these mornings that I heard the mist’s lessons: take a moment to reorientate; lose yourself in the now. Around me commuters hurried on, fog lights pierced the hazy morning and dog walkers shook the damp off their Gortex jackets, as they returned to the comfort of their houses.

Having the courage to stand still should not be underestimated. In this moment of grey stillness the land is offering us its stories and if you read on, I will share with you the stories I heard that morning.

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