We are not as intrinsically connected to nature as we once were.
Go outdoors. Get into the country. Bring nature into your home.
Make than connection and feel the benefit.
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Tag Archives: Wells
Belief
We all have things we believe in, things we have faith in, places we turn to when times are dire.
Whatever you creed, colour, faith or belief, find yourself that sanctuary you can escape to.
Centre yourself and prepare to face the world again.
Time
We spend our time rushing from one thing to another, trying desperately to cram as much as we can into the hours that we have.
This doesn’t allow us to appreciate what we have, where we are, and what we have accomplished.
Take a breath. Take a step back. Just enjoy the moment.
Windows
We are often constricted by our own viewpoints.
Respect the beliefs of others, even if they are not your own, or you don’t agree with them.
Life is about give and take, so be measured in your approach.
Perspectives
Our viewpoint, no matter how solidly held a belief it is, does not always tell the whole story.
To identify what we are looking for, rather than what we are determined to find, we need to take a step back and see things in a different light.
Distance
Don’t take everything at face value.
Often there is more the to the story than meets the eye; hype is overrated.
Look beyond what you are being told.
Read between the lines and seek out that which you are not being told.
Believe you can find the truth, but not that you are being given it straight away.
Lookout
Preparation is key.
Knowing where you are, and with an idea of where you are going is vital to the journey you are yet to embark upon.
Before taking that leap into the wild blue yonder, take a step back, survey the scene, and plan ahead.
Stairway To Heaven
We are fortunate to have a lot of historic places in Somerset. From castles to churches, manor houses to pubs, cottages to monuments, there is always something to see, to view, to wander around.
Wells Cathedral has one on the more awe-inspiring religious frontages in the UK, but inside has lots of other things to love.
This staircase leads from the nave to the Chapter House and on, across St Andrew Street to the ancient Vicars’ Close. It is a haven of quiet, in an already quiet structure.
He moved silently upwards, and even though his footsteps were quiet, he felt they echoed deafeningly in the stairwell. Behind him the choir’s voices, chanting something by Telemann or von Bingen, calmed him, urging him on, hiding his presence.
The candlelight flickered expectantly across the walls, shadow leaping out at him as the flame rose and fell with his steps. Ahead of him, in the room above him, he heard the first whispers of voices, the first hint that he was going the right way, that his ascension was surely guaranteed…
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