Some days I wake in Bullerbyn, some days I wake in Narnia. To lift the latter there is nothing better than a morning of what the Japanese call Shirin-yoku or forest bathing.
Yesterday we had a full tank, so my wife said, “let’s go to Bute.” I needed no little persuasion. So off we went on the half-hour drive to the ferry terminal at Wemyss bay for a day trip round the island.
Our car took us out the town to a peaceful place encapsulated in some ancient trees where one is at one with nature. The spring day cast incredible images over the landscape that swept down to the sea. And to crown the moment, there was the welcoming curiosity of of new born lambs
I said to my wife, “When God and Christ Jesus bring about the Restoration and the promised paradise, I would feel eternally grateful to live here.”
Our next stop was Kilchattan Bay, where a flock of sheep chilled in the middle of the road. No worries: we just admired the view whilst these balls of wool in matchstick legs decided that the grass was greener on the other side of the road.
And there's the strangers we meet: farmers, fellow travellers and locals (All part of nature). Mary Wollstonecraft, one wrote about the strangers we meet on travel and the melancholic regret of not getting to know them fully. Alas, such is life.
Back home, we sat down to some sea bass and basmati rice . I then woke in the morning refreshed by the rhythms of nature and, and the spiritual dimensions captured in Runrig's Travellers,
Shirin-yoku on a Scottish Island
Some days I wake in Bullerbyn, some days I wake in Narnia. To lift the latter there is nothing better than a morning of what the Japanese call Shirin-yoku or forest bathing.
Yesterday we had a full tank, so my wife said, “let’s go to Bute.” I needed no little persuasion. So off we went on the half-hour drive to the ferry terminal at Wemyss bay for a day trip round the island.
Our car took us out the town to a peaceful place encapsulated in some ancient trees where one is at one with nature. The spring day cast incredible images over the landscape that swept down to the sea. And to crown the moment, there was the welcoming curiosity of of new born lambs
I said to my wife, “When God and Christ Jesus bring about the Restoration and the promised paradise, I would feel eternally grateful to live here.”
Our next stop was Kilchattan Bay, where a flock of sheep chilled in the middle of the road. No worries: we just admired the view whilst these balls of wool in matchstick legs decided that the grass was greener on the other side of the road.
And there's the strangers we meet: farmers, fellow travellers and locals (All part of nature). Mary Wollstonecraft, one wrote about the strangers we meet on travel and the melancholic regret of not getting to know them fully. Alas, such is life.
Back home, we sat down to some sea bass and basmati rice . I then woke in the morning refreshed by the rhythms of nature and, and the spiritual dimensions captured in Runrig's Travellers,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XoHlVvFaSo&list=RD7XoHlVvFaSo&start_radio=1
Restoration: Acts 3: 21
https://biblehub.com/acts/3-21.htm