^ exotic birdies in Regent’s Park
Last Sunday as I wandered freely around Regent’s Park on my weekend retreat, I thought how wonderful it was to walk and be outside and take this time. Journeying to London is worth it for this, thought I!
I was meeting Gohemian Emma, who recently wrote about how living in an iconic city can make you forget how iconic it is. Reading this, I thought, if it were I, I would be soaking up every second!
Well. I do not live in London (yet), but Oxford is pretty iconic, isn’t it. And here I was, glad to be away to do what? Walk around a park?
Oxford, the City of Dreaming Spires, is home to magical sunrises and sunsets, hazy mornings and vibrant swirls of evening. Why don’t I let myself enjoy them?
When I remember to open my eyes, to see my surroundings as a world waiting to be awakened, the everyday is illuminated.
The same applies to my little Massachusetts town. In fact, I assure you, there is something magical in every space. Sometimes you don’t have to leave to take this retreat. Sometimes it’s as simple as staying put, in body and mind.