I am most inspired (and, I do believe, my most inspiring of self) when I’m out in/creating with nature – when the soft touch of a seasonal palette nestles its way into my arms, comfortably setting itself up for time shared, and hours merged…a kind-of mind-meets-landscapes-fills-lungs companionship. There is (very much) something (brought by) being outside (exploring, adventuring, quietly, with small – but meaningful – steps) does that nothing else comes close to doing. Sunny days, sky-full-of-grey days, met-with-blustery-air days…stick a pair of wellies on me, sweet one, and guess what? I’m game. Hoody chucked on, rucksack on back, camera on front (underneath a scarf that comes in handy if the skies are open), brain in gear, eyes peeled and wide-open popped, voice on full volume because apparently I can’t alter it when outside (noise pollution? I’ve got that covered!), and I’m there, ready-and-raring – with a smile on my face – to go.
Remember the mist? Had the white shifted, this would have been what we found that day. Instead? We found it yesterday – hills unfurling, for miles across, from heavily clouded skies (whose slanted, light sheets of rain occasionally, most momentarily, tickled our faces between the try-to-warm-us rays), decorated with all the hues of nature’s most splendid season-turning ways. I gasped more than once (yes, of the out loud, you-knocked-the-air-out-of-my-lungs sort, audible enough that the boy could hear from the many steps he was often in front of me by) at the variety of landscape that met my ‘can you believe we live near here?!’ eyes…stark, stripped-of-all-decoration land, rock-strewn tors (littered with the orange backs of ‘reach up there’ rock climbers), sheep dotted fields, the yellow-toned façade of a beautiful estate…all jostling, shoulder-to-shoulder, for our attention.
And so we gave it, with gratitude, and inquisitiveness, and utter, most sheer and transparent of, delight.
(If anyone knows how to edit ghastly, over-exposed/high-contrast skies, let me know!)
And now, to you:
Share with me about your own relationship with nature.