This is about being mindful, its about doing what we can all to adjust to change, to de-stress, to enjoy our surroundings, this is really just me being human........
As I sat on the rocks atop Chapel Carn Brea here in West Cornwall after riding the trails, I began to really practice being mindful and thinking about my Father who was not getting better. He loved the outdoors, he was a walker, but he stopper atop of the hills in Sussex and observed it all.
This time, I mentally made a list of everything I saw and heard to focus on the absolute present. Something we all forget to do, worrying about the future or overly concerned with decisions in the past.
To begin with I simply observed. Kylo, my Border terrier was just rummaging around in his own world without a care in the world, it really is a dogs life. As I relaxed he too came and sat by me and rested. After my observations I closed my eyes and deepened my breathing and reverted to using my hearing. The following list was what I could remember seeing and hearing. I wrote these as soon as I returned to my car and for some reason began to interpret what I'd witnessed.
Sound of birds e.g. crows, seagulls and smaller birds that nest in the gauze.
Three Barn Owls hunting over the fields.
Watching thedistant swell lines marching in from a deep atlantic storm and then hearing the swell crashing two miles away along the coast from Sennen to Cape Cornwall..
The lighthouse out on Longshipsbreaking the swell lines on its reef below.
A beautful sunset, something we often take for granted. DON'T savour each one you have the opportunity to witness.
Wild ponies seemingly just simply grazing, but they are there managing this amazing hill.
My dog Kylo, investigating amongst the gauze playing his own game.
The dusky mist over the ocean.
Green fields for miles and the shapes of their boundries.
A runner on a fitness mission on the trail below. I momentarily wonder her purpose or reasons.
Cattle grazing peacefully in a number of fields from the bottom of the hill to Boscarven Hill below St Just.
A donkey making that Eore noise. I hear this most nights when I visit this hill.
The Brisons rock formation standing tall off the coastline of Cape Cornwall. Battered by the swell but remaining stuborn.
A crow defending its nest against a Kestral. Swooping and attacking I always wish to see the kestral show their tallons in retaliation, just as a little warning to met the attacker know who really is boss.
The voices of distant walkers....
Life is there for the remembering, don't miss it. RIP Dad.