I am very much at home in nature but I am equally as at home in here, within me, as I am out there.
For a number of years I lived out of boxes and bags carted around in my car, staying with family, friends and occasionally my own house. Back then my car was more my home.
But wherever I have decided to stay that day, I have felt I am at home. If I am visiting a friend for a few days and I refer to going home, it means I am experiencing where I am staying as home. This perspective has caused some interesting reactions over the years. I quickly realised everyone saw it differently. Some friends looked almost panicky when they thought I had chosen to move in with them!
As I craned my neck to see what on earth that round yellow thing was, peering out from behind the blanket of grey cloud, I noticed two blobs of, well, could be mud, but I don’t remember anyone having a mud fight recently. Could be lichens, or a type of moss which grows quickly in these saturated conditions.
Then I took a closer look. The two blobs were moving – baby spiders. They must just have hatched out in the brief moment of sunshine.
We get some spectacular spiders living in the corners of our windows and from inside the house you get a spectacular view of them making their webs but I have never seen anything quite like this.
I scrabbled around for the camera and was glad I didn’t wait. They were gone within half an hour. Where to? God only knows. But they’ll make a good feed for the finches and swallows that are nesting just now.
Only hope they didn’t come in on the bananas!
Whilst a sandy beach is a delight in its own way, my preference is for a pebble beach. But not just any pebble beach. It has to be one with just the right size of pebbles.
Too big and the noise of the moving sea is too deep and inwardly stirring.
Too small, the noise created is too high pitched and grates on the nerves.
But with a nice mix of medium-sized pebbles and the sound is like a symphony.
Relaxing me. Calming me. Soothing me. I can feel the shoulders lowering and my breath slowing just thinking about it.
As I sit in wonder at the soothing sounds, I am always drawn to the colours and shapes of the pebbles, the endless variety of textures and the varied temperature of the different kinds of rock.
For me this is a paradise on earth.
Today’s contribution to Tuesdays of Texture (de monte y mar).