^ 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.

xandra ★