Inner peace with outer beauty

Most people will know that I am not a writer, nor do I aspire to be one. What I am though is someone who can be inspired, and with that comes inspiration. So with that, I would like to take this time to share something that made me smile both on the inside and the outside. 

I want you to take a moment to close your eyes (perhaps after you have finished reading my blog otherwise I need not write anymore) and I want you to just imagine yourself walking along a track through the woodlands alongside a river. You can feel the warmth of the sun on your face, you can hear the birds singing, the sound of the river burbling below you, you can see the sun dappling the ground through the trees rising high above you reaching towards the bright blue sky. You look around you and you see the plants swaying gently in the breeze, in that breeze is the faint smell of wild garlic and pure freshness that fills your lungs. You look down to the river below you and you see the light shimmering on the water, looks almost as if the water is dancing with the sunlight. 

Can you see and feel this in your mind?

This is where I was today with the pooch, walking along the River Clywedog, just outside the small village of Rhewl in North Wales. I was simply walking along, enjoying the sounds and sights of the woodland, when I stopped for a minute and closed my eyes, taking in a huge breath. In this very moment is when I just felt absolute peace within myself and how this had come from a few moments of this area of outstanding beauty. 

Afon Clywedog 

I was walking on a linear route, so when I had reached the end I turned around to head back the way I had come. As soon as I turned around, a gently breeze moved through the woodland, bringing with it that strong smell of wild garlic, which somehow is just simply satisfying. I once again closed my eyes for a few moments to enjoy and appreciate where I was. When I opened them again, two dogs came around the corner followed by an elderly gentleman. We exchanged pleasantries and he asked where it is I had come from and where I was going. I told him I was going back along the river as it was way I had come, his reply to me was ‘just a little further on is a less worn path that winds up through the woodlands and will bring you where you started’. I said thank you and bid him a farewell. I carried on walking and just as the gentleman had said, the path was right where he had said it would be and was considerably less worn, I looked at this path and I looked at the path I was on and decided to go on the one less travelled. 

I am glad that I did as it was beautiful, the sounds of the birds were clearer, the trees whistled in the wind, it was truly peaceful. And as he had said, I came out where I started. I started thinking to myself that this advice should be taken into my life, as it should with others and that is that even though we have a destination, we can choose the path we take , we can chose the journey we embark on to this destination. It is our choice. I will always remember that when I am faced with a decision, a fork in the road, I can make my own journey and let fate do the rest.