Each 25th January I am hit with the same remorse as I recall that I have yet to make any meaningful progress on my dreams. (Jump to the 100 Reads in 2020 list) I think of Dwynwen, the patron saint of lovers in Wales, and I think of Robert Burns, the Scottish poet and lyricist. […]
Go for a run in the hills.
Climb a mountain.
Watch the sunrise from a hilltop.
Smell the wild flowers.
Camp under the stars
I ran the downhills, most of the flats, walked the uphills. I captured views on my own doorstep that I’d never seen before. Heard new natural experiences, collected new memories. Can there really be any better way of discovering this planet than on foot? They should make this into a prescription; my mind was allowed space to subconsciously work through issues, and my body was allowed the freedom to move and breathe away from pollution.