And why am I standing here?

Yesterday, I wandered up the valley where the small conifer wood drapes the hillside, echoing its contours.

Instead of going to my usual place, by the watergate, I was drawn to stand on the green path below the trees. And listen to the water tumbling down from a neighbour’s spring across the valley.

Why am I here, listening and watching the red kite circling overhead?

Perhaps to be reminded that we are a part of nature, not apart from it.

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿