In these short, dark days of Winter, I find it so hard to motivate myself to get out and walk every day. Everything calls me to stay warm, dry, cosy. Even the dog would rather sleep by the fire than brave the chill wind and grey sky. Energy levels are low and sitting in a comfy chair with some knitting seems a much more sensible way to spend my time.
Yet, each day I get out and walk, and each day I am so glad that I made myself do it. An hour later I return home, cheeks glowing and fingers tingling with the cold, feeling ready to tackle anything put in front of me. These dark walks are filled with inspiration, sights, smells and sounds of nature, something new every time. Skeleton trees against indigo skies, the sounds of birds roosting and the smell of smoke from wood fires in the air.
Simple pleasures.
Reminding me even on the darkest days, how much goodness there really is around us...
