I am blessed to live in the English countryside in a beautiful village called Kingsclere. Living right next to Watership down (yes…where the book and traumatic film are based on).
I often forget that I am blessed with a large garden and beautiful countryside. The last couple of mornings when letting my dog out, I have decided to sit outside. It’s always around the 4;30am-5:30am mark when there is still the fresh smell of morning dew in the air. I sit and listen and am treated to a chorus of birds singing. It feels like a secret concert just for me.
In the distance I can often hear a cockerel from a nearby farm. The village seems at peace, tranquil and special. It’s in these moments I realise I am not alone, that I am amongst living beings of all shapes and sizes. This morning ritual has been helping me mentally find inner peace…that is until my dog Cassie throws a ball into my lap begging for play time.
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