‘Let us allow nature to teach us stillness. Be the aware presence that perceives the flower, the tree, the plant, the animal. Nature is always helpful for people that want to connect with the stillness. Manmade things very often generate more thinking because they are made through thinking. So go to nature…’ Eckhart Tolle
Stillness speaks. For me it is always easier to find in nature. Though I hold space for people to explore stillness in the heart of the Old City of Bristol, these past months I have had to work a little harder to come into spaciousness and stillness. The whirlwind of Wild Wolf’s has left me looking for a little more quietude.
Please indulge my countryside reflections; a blog on the longer and more whimsical side as I sit at the kitchen table and romantically gaze across fields with horses and a slowly setting sun…
A sojourn in the countryside in the nook of a Somerset village, a long overdue sleepover in the care of Mama Wolff… this is where I find the time, the space to finally pull together words. Words that have been swimming in my head, that seem to only ever find their voice in late night stolen conversations with my sister, woven into weekly themes and my meanderings in yin classes.
From City to Country
After our Feel Good Friday blast, I head out of Bristol. I have taken 3 days off. It is strange. It is freeing. I feel tired. The countryside is quiet. My mum’s house familiar, although new. Ruffdog and I climb into bed at 9:00pm after a twilight wander around the village, red wine, an easter egg and my favourite dinner of Mallorcan Cod (can’t decide if this was yin or yang or a perfect blend of both??). I am awoken by birds, not the 5am collection of bottles and glass in the city. I move more slowly and feel more easily present. Not having to nudge my mind away from dwelling in the past or anticipating the future. A different pace in all ways.
From Granola to Eggs
When pondering potential breakfast options, we realise there are no eggs (and I simply can not have another bowl of granola following on from our Good Friday Feeling granola feasting). Last night he tea towel covers the ‘Eggs for Sale’ sign on Christine’s gate… the next morning the tea towel is gone and the sign is revealed. From supermarket shopping to porch purchases, the chickens have laid, the removal of the tea towel gives the message! We take £1.00 and go into the porch with our egg box and swap it for 6 fresh eggs.
Wide open spaces, long walks and drives. Nature, solitude and time with the parents. That space that I long for is always there. Whether in the city or country, speaking with a stranger or my mum. I feel it and know. Space and the holding of space creates a sense of connection. For the moment, nature is a perfect trigger for me to settle into a more peaceful way of being. Hence a morning run on Bristol’s harbourside has become like a daily dose of medicine when in the city.
I get my mum to read the blog and she corrects me on Christine’s tea towel set up. “You know Christine’s gate? Well, it’s not even really a gate to anywhere,” I say to my mum. “Yes,” she says knowingly (although a self-confessed non country type person!). “Yes, there are lots of those in the country.”
From Country to City
So I head back to the Old City of Bristol, my stomping ground. I live in the middle of what once were the gates into Bristol. Definitely the gates to somewhere! Now Wild Wolf’s sits within this portal. Perhaps this is why the building has such a good feeling. Safe and a space which feels rich with time and history. Stillness feels beautiful in there and people that come into the building feel good.
‘Let us allow nature to teach us stillness. Be the aware presence that perceives the flower, the tree, the plant, the animal. Nature is always helpful for people that want to connect with the stillness. Manmade things very often generate more thinking because they are made through thinking. So go to nature…
…And then take this stillness back to busier places; it is also important that you are able to sustain the state of stillness even in the midst of the city.’ Eckhart Tolle