This morning, something magical happened. It wasn't planned or orchestrated, but rather a quiet, spirit-led moment that reminded me of who I am and what brings me home to myself.
I was out in the park on a sunny-but-cloudy Good Friday morning. The kind of weather that feels like it’s holding a secret just for you. I’d usually bring a picnic blanket, but they’re never quite big enough—not for someone tall like me. My feet always seem to hang over the edge like they’re trying to root into the earth.
I remember thinking, when i first spotted the rug in the shop “Am I really about to spend £30–£50 on this rug?” But then I realized: yes. Yes, I am. Because moments like this—moments when you find the perfect thing that you were looking for; in this case, the perfect length of rug —are worth capturing, even if the math doesn’t add up. I’m learning that not everything has to make sense to be meaningful.
At around 10am (yes, I know how odd that sounds), I found myself simply watching the clouds in somewhat chilly winds. The sun was partially tucked behind the clouds, creating this subtle, oval-shaped rainbow that glowed around the light. It stopped me. The way beauty often does. I thought about how, as kids, we used to do this all the time—just lie down and watch the sky. Back then, we didn’t have phones or constant access to TV. You’d get one show on a Sunday if you were lucky. So we made magic out of the mundane.
The clouds reminded me of an anime I once watched—how they’d sometimes cut to a quiet, mundane moment like the sky or wind in the trees. And I remember thinking, they captured that stillness so well. That quiet, often-forgotten poetry of daily life.
This is maybe the third time I’ve done forest bathing in this park (should i call it park bathing instead), and every time I do, I find myself sky-gazing. It’s so good for my soul. While I was cloud-watching today, I had the Gaia app playing softly in my ears—an episode about enlightenment and holistic living. And honestly, it felt like divine timing. Like God and the universe conspired to bring me here, to this exact patch of grass, with this exact sky overhead.
I wasn’t even planning to come to the park so early. I had a route in mind: a 30-minute loop around the park. But then something whispered, “What if you just lay down instead?” I almost rationalized myself out of it (a habit I’m working on breaking), but then I said: screw it. And I came. And I’m so grateful I did.
This morning reminded me that I need to cloud-watch more often. So this is my gentle nudge to you—and to future me:
Look up. Let the clouds do what they do. Let your soul exhale.
Posted from a quiet patch of grass, wrapped in wonder.