A WALKING MEDITATION

I keep forgetting to say thank you to all those of you who visit and leave such kind and encouraging comments - so THANK YOU to you all - it means a lot to me to know that you are out there and that you seem to enjoy what I write. Speaking of which is it only me whose blog that seems to have a life of its own?

I set out to write a blog about creativity, gardening, home and life in general as my header says but lately I seem to have forgotten my original ideas and gone rather philosophical! I do hope that I am not becoming boring and samey? I am astounded that several of you say my posts are wise - what moi?! I am not at all wise I just wonder about things and so far I haven't really come up with any answers - when I do I will let you know!! I hope to get a bit more done on the creative front since I have joined with a group of bloggers to swap postcards on a fortnightly basis so will have to get my finger out and stop musing and start actually doing something for a change.
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Tuesday - Knit and Natter day and I walked into town along my usual route - I noticed just how much had happened to the leaves and blossom since my last time. Isn't this pink blossom lovely?

Look at that sky! These leaves were still buds yesterday and look at them now!

Instead of leaving the path at this point as usual I continued onwards today and came out further into town for a change.

Sometimes it's good to stop and turn round and see the scene from a different viewpoint.

A little further along there are some small lakes - this photo makes it look quite dark but it wasn't the sun was still shining.

Isn't this tranquil?

There were plenty of ducks sunbathing quietly on the bank.

Again I turned round to see where I had come from.

More blossom this time a mix of pink and white on the same tree - how delicate and pretty it is.

In town I noticed this bed of polyanthus - not delicate and pretty but bold and brash and none the less beautiful for that.

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When I lived in France I went with a friend to a weekly meditation session over a period of 5 weeks at a Buddist centre nearby and one of the meditations was a walking meditation - I never did get the hang of sitting quietly and emptying my mind of all those "chattering monkeys" but I do think a walk can be almost as good as a meditation practice. My walk made me think that sometimes I need to look where I am going but there are also times when I should turn round and see where I have come from and also moments when I need to just stop and admire what is right under my nose too. Amazing how philosophical a walk can be eh?!