Hope springs eternal…
There is definitely a sense that we are coming out of the woods of 2020, or at least, that we are beginning to see a way out. With the NHS and it’s new found volunteers working overtime to keep the easing of restrictions on schedule, we find ourselves on the threshold of our Spring season, bringing with it a good dose of hope on its winds.
Signs of new life bursting through the soil and woodland humus, a multitude of bulbs bringing to light colourful expressions from their subterranean hiding places, and the bare branches of winter now bearing buds from which to unfurl their leaves in the weeks to come. ‘Spring, we are SO ready for you’.
As if this was not enough to herald the start of a new season, then, there are the birds. Oh my! So well worth forgoing the 10 o’clock news of an evening to make sure I am up early enough to experience the unrivalled beauty of the dawn chorus. The surrounding woodland forming a natural amphitheatre, and with the River Torridge at our backs, each morning our feathered friends take centre stage in our garden to provide an exceptional symphony of sound.
I have found this so uplifting that I have now made is top of the daily offerings for our inaugural Hadlow Yoga Retreat in May. Perhaps not exactly my place to offer up nature’s sweet euphony, but certainly within my remit to pop the kettle on at the break of dawn, and offer retreatants a garden bench on which to sit, sup a cuppa and bathe in bird song. What a way to start the day!
I am so excited to share this with others along with some mindful & compassionate yoga, meditation, yoga nidra, chanting, mindful walking and some deliciously healthy food. The innate peacefulness of these surrounding could be enough of a retreat in itself, but knowing this time will be spent connecting with this group of women really lights me up.
A few weeks later in mid-June we will then be running our first Walking Devon weekend with Ian primed to take a group out to Dartmoor one day then the South West Coast path the next with plenty of good food and relaxing times in between. And, with the launching of the www.walkingdevon.org website (separate blog to follow!) there will be plenty more walking holidays afoot (sorry!).
To add further fervour to the season’s gifts Ian has gone one step further (as he does) by building me the shed of my dreams; a potting shed! A place for everything and everything in its place, our gardening paraphernalia wonderfully tidied away and readily accessible, this is my new ‘happy place’. He has even built in a compost bin with a shovel (just like Monty’s!) so I can sow seeds to my heart’s content. Bliss.
With this abundance of burgeoning new life (and sheds) our chins are up, our fingernails mud-filled and twitching for a greener life we are finally ready to bring our Hadlow vision to fruition.