Two years ago I wrote about the Pond. I am still walking past the pond at least four times a day.
I walk in the morning with the dog around about 7am and past it twice in the evening round about 9pm.
Sometimes I’m on the phone but usually not, I watch it change on a day-by-day basis but only sometimes do I notice the significant changes like the four silver birch trees that have just appeared in front of me in the last few days it seems out of nowhere.
When I am stressed and fed up the dog walk is boring. My head is closed, I’m overwhelmed, I can’t see how fantastic it is and how privileged I am to be able to walk there so often in peace and freedom to take it all in.
It’s bizarre how our perception of things changes their value. The pond is of value to me that I would be devastated if it was dug up or taken away and I had to walk over a car park to work instead.
Writing a blog every day is the same, or committing to doing anything daily is the same. To do it daily is to have a routine, that is not exciting and therefore boring, but only if you perceive it to be boring. Committing to doing something regularly is to make a difference, if to nobody else but yourself. That is enough. The photograph of this blog is the sunflower that I found on the walk to the pond, and only because I lifted my head, I saw it.
At this time of year on the lead up to the pond it’s nettles are almost shoulder height left and right, but today in the middle of the nettles was this sunflower, from nowhere, only noticeable because I lifted my head.
Blog post number: 1405
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