Here comes the sun...

This morning I went back up my mountain for the first time in nearly a year.  

I feel triumphant!  Like my post baby body is beginning it's true rehabilitation.  But not just that, it is symbolic of the new season.  Anyone who reads me here knows how I find walking to be ever so important in maintaining my own mental and physical health (especially the mental)!  

How can one think clearly? or pray openly, or keep account of those unreliable feelings without making time to be alone? and to be out of doors where ceilings and walls cannot bind us to inward thinking.  Where the sun touches the top of your head, and the ground under foot, awakens your step, and your bones...

I am so happy to be once again inhabiting the mountains where I feel so belonged - taking in the morning air, and being greeted 'Good morning' by a stranger and fellow hill walker, who will never know how he encouraged me when he said quietly as he walked by me; 'Welcome back'.

Welcome back.  Indeed.

Shell xx