Blurred Lines

Sometimes life can be become a little blurred.  Maybe its because the days are just passing way too quickly.  And its becoming increasingly harder to do the things that I love to do.  I don’t know when the last time was that I actually sat and listened to some music, actually closed my eyes and immersed myself totally.  I am surrounded by Nature too, yet I can’t seem to be able to reach out and touch it, or walk through it.  It is the blur that you see out of the window when you are driving along the road.

But saying that I had my first, very brief, foray out into the fields on Sunday.  I didn’t make it to the Dene that I love to wander through but it was so blissful to be out, to listen to the wind, to smell the grass, to feel the earth beneath my feet.  It was a brief moment but even brief moments can feed the soul.  And I took photos too, the wind often blurring the subjects that I was trying to capture.  Nature seemed to be imitating my life.  I hope that next time, and I hope that is soon, Nature is a little kinder, a little calmer, and maybe life may just be like that too.

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3 thoughts on “Blurred Lines

  1. sometimes people just seem to speak words I can not seem to find…I like the three images…the middle one…seems to tell of the flow between presence and mindlessness. thank you for sharing

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    1. And thank you for your lovely comments. I often find that nature mirrors life sometimes although I find it a very calming environment. I find walking is a very meditative journey at times. Thank you….

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