22nd May 2021

I was feeling a bit down, a bit irritable and out of sorts for a reason I couldn’t even begin to imagine. What was going on? What was this feeling? And perhaps more to the point, why was it happening? I looked out the window at the growing daylight and sipped my coffee in quiet contemplation.

22nd April 2021

There are times in life when everyone becomes un-grounded. It usually happens when we feel stressed and our bodies get stuck in that sympathetic nervous system response of ‘fight or flight’ and suddenly, before you know it, you feel off balance, out of kilter, off colour, out of sorts, unsettled, grumpy, intolerant crabby, impatient, couldn’t care less. Whatever it may be, you feel uneasy and not quite right.

24th March 2021

Trees are natural fractals. 

Each tree, right from the trunk to each and every leaf tip, is a copy of the one that came before it. Fractals are described as self-similar because they are endless inclusions of similar patterns with similar patterns. Fractals can feel familiar to us because they are everywhere in nature: whether we are looking at trees, flowers, rivers or mountains, all of nature is constantly revealing its inherent fractal patterns if and when we truly stop and bother to look.

 As Ben Weiss explains, “whenever you observe a series of patterns repeating over and over again, at many different scales, and where any small part resembles the whole, that's a fractal.”

9th March 2021

For the past few years now, whenever I go out walking in nature, I get a very strong, almost tangible feeling that whatever I see around me is actually a reflection of what is going on somewhere deep inside me. And vice versa. Just yesterday, for instance, I was walking through some very low cloud in the early hours of the morning and, as per usual where I live, there wasn’t another soul around: just me and the natural world gently waking up together. As I plodded on alone, I became aware that my boots were noisily crunching through the gravel on the old railway path and, suddenly mindful of the noise I was making in the absence of any other, I reflexively slowed down so as to reduce the magnified impact and reverberation of my footfall in the eerily damp, tunnel-like whiteness surrounding me. There was not a soul around and yet I was conscious of making too much noise all the same. So, what was that all about?