Sunday, February 25, 2018
Mother Nature is calling me home
I used to live near Roslin Glen and in those days I was at home in the woods.
I'd go out with the dog every day to write. I loved it there.
But these days I forget how long since I last walked in one.
It was so lovely yesterday to walk in this lovely place.
But I noticed with sadness how timid I feel now in such places. The path we followed led down hill into the valley and I found myself worrying a little about how difficult it would be to walk back to the car. Whether it would make my ankles hurt, or whether I would end up short of breath.
In the past such thoughts would never even have crossed my mind.
And when I got home I was astonished to discover as I read about the coming week of intense cold that people particularly at risk included people over 65 and people with a heart condition.
And I fall into both categories.
It is as if Mother Nature, who used to be a mother with so many boundless gists to me, is turning into something a little crueller. As if I get older she is calling me back to her. Reeling me in.
And for all I cannot escape her and she represents perhaps more and more of a threat to me...
Still. How beautiful...
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