A Resting Place.
Yesterday i went walking in the Falkland Estate near my home. I had not had a good walk for sometime due to my recent fall. How good it was to get out again. It was a beautiful morning with some of the recent snow still lying on the paths and trees.
At about the hallway point of my walk is this large stone which makes a very natural place to sit and have a break. As I passed along the way I could hear the sound of wood being sawn.
The place and the sound reminded me of the story of, " The two Lumberjacks."
It was the annual lumberjack competition and the final was between an older, experienced lumberjack and a younger, stronger lumberjack. The rule of the competition was quite simply who could fell the most trees in a day was the winner.
We live in a turbulent world, it is easy to feel at unease with all that we say day in and day out, but there are still days and places where it is possible to find tranquillity and peace.
My painting for today depicts just such a place.
When we happen upon such a place, it is right to take rest from the trials and tribulations of the world and life.
Sometimes we might sit and enjoy just a moment of quiet, or maybe, the beginning of a sunset or a sunrise. In the silence of a moment rest and relax and accept the promise of a mysterious comfort that such places can bring.
In such private places and moments, we can often find peace. Such stillness can be very precious, as when we hear the deep voice of a stream we were always too busy to hear before. Indeed, sometimes we are so worn out by our daily activities that we forget to notice our need for recharging.
Renewal is a profound tonic. With sanctuary and rest, we can prepare to go forth again.