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Recently I have realised the true power in being unknown. In being at one with the world rather than secluded on my island.

Nowadays, it is normal - even encouraged to pursue the concept of self to the point of success. Developing our own personal brand and identity in order to sell ourselves. Well the joke is on us isn't it. Because I'm not buying what you're selling, and I sure hope you aren't buying what I'm selling. Though we come in a kaleidoscope of forms and each mind slightly different to the last, we make up a whole. Denying this fact ends in misery. I no longer wish to be identified solely as an individual, as I recognise that I am simply an expression of the whole.

I've identified that it is important to me that I adjust my lifestyle in order to end my syncopation with nature. More to follow, maybe.

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Banana
black coffee (Moka brewed)
orange (sliced four ways)
Glass of Orange Juice (with pulp)
Oat flat white
2 eggs, handful of mozzerella, sliced green chilli in a white wrap
pot of black tea with mint


Though our karmic comeuppance is seemingly suppurating from every pore of this green earth, there are still pockets of light. You just have to make sure you are looking for them. He who looks, will find.

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Yesterday I found myself looking at fawns in the park. A warm, wet and windy day. I am being drawn to the outdoors. I saw a poem:

"There is a reason why walking amongst nature is most people's best advice when depression strikes.
Because walking in nature is a return to 'home'.
You are not a lover of nature, or a fan of nature, you 'are' nature.
You are as much nature as the trees in your garden and the bees on your picnic.
You were designed to live your days out in the wild with your fellow creatures and plants but progress, humanity, had different plans for us all.
And so we exist day-to-day, in our homes, but never 'home'.
The quickest route back to self, to inner peace, is bare feet on grass, arms around trees, head in the clouds and heart in a forest.
Put your bones in water, whenever you can, smell each flower you see and crumble dirt between your tired-of-typing fingers.
You are nature, go home once in a while.
It will bring you much you didn't even know you were missing."

~Donna Ashworth

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Exciting times here down in the garden. I can finally confirm that the gate is opened and the path is clear... We have flowers and butterflies. I will continue to maintain and update it as best I can. In any case, thank you for being here in the early moments of my garden's life. Patience is the most essential ingredient to growing a beautiful garden, or so I'm learning.

In personal news I am happy to report I spent a successful bank holiday weekend up north on the coast of Yorkshire with my family. It has been many years since I found myself inside a static caravan (even longer since I've been in a touring, which is now my next goal).

I made a short video which captured the essence of the trip. Those who are familiar with this type of holiday might find it nostalgic. Note the Billy Ocean tune; one singer from the caravan park's club hailed it "The Ultimate Floorfiller".