After the rain
Week 2- I will spend the first ten minutes of every day outside.
Again this task in my mind would be fairly easy, however, once
again in practice it is a little more difficult.
On weekdays I tend to get up at 6.30am to get everything that needs doing done before I leave for work at 8am. This time of year it’s dark like a ‘ bol buwch’ – Welsh for ‘ A cows stomach’ and as it has for most people across the country it has felt like it has rained every day for the last three months. So I decided to approach this in different ways and luckily my neighbour is so used to seeing me in a wholly hat, wellies and a spotty dressing gown she doesn’t bat an eyelid these days.
Day one- went straight outside- to be greeted by Marilyn, Shirley and Dolly, my rescue battery hens. I feed them so I can get a bit of peace and perch myself on the steps outside. I look around in the darkness I can hear water running in the stream nearby. I can hear the early risers going to work and I feel the morning just unwinding itself from the quiet of night. I feel the coldness on my cheeks. I feel strangely calm.
Day two- it’s pouring down today so I make myself a cup of tea and go back to bed and open the window. I lie back on the bed. I can hear the birds more clearly today. The birds of winter are shrill, more urgent- not quite the symphony of summer. I can hear the rain on the pavement and the swishing of cars on the road nearby. I watch the skyline as it gets gently lighter and lighter, I feel thoughtful and calm and ready for the day ahead.
Day three- (weekend) I put on some warm clothes and stuff my feet into wellies and head up the road beyond my house with my dog Ted. I took my time to notice the snowdrops growing. As always they make me smile – growing in defiance of winter. Beautiful in their delicate definance. In the distance I can see the mountain which has a circle of tall trees on the top, I have been told that this is known locally as ‘Nyrs Gron’, a peculiar name in any language but in Welsh the most logical translation would be ‘round nurse’ . The trees had been planted some 200 years ago as a celebration of the Battle of Waterloo. As I walked my mind wandered and I considered why someone had gone to the effort of planting these trees in this corner of Wales and who had walked this road before me.
Day four was a rainy day so I watched from inside.
I think this exercise has been beneficial to me as it has calmed my mind, making it clear for the day ahead and made me a kinder person because I have more patience with others. It is not quite meditation but its close. Nature and silence soothes my soul and I think I will be carrying on this morning ritual.