Into the green

Cornwall is renown for its vicious , dramatic coastline, but there is another softer side, a side that can fill a soul with spiritual greeness.
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Looking out towards St Ives Bay - about a mile from my home. The hill dips away to a beautiful hidden valley dotted with old cottages, standing stones and mad goats.
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The hedgerows are pungent with the after rain smells of wild garlic. Rudi, a keen walker, was more interested in her golf ball and a taking on a rather large rottweiler than noticing the massed bluebells, sea pinks, campions and cow parsley that lined our path.
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Neatness amongst the wildness. I am not sure what the purpose of the gate was seeing as you could walk around it on both sides!
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It is a shame that you cannot capture the sound of late afternoon in the woods - the peace was tangible and very welcome.
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The path is riddled with tiny winding offshoots that lead down in the deeply, dark heart of the wood. Cornish legend suggests that there are always piskie routes running alongside the main tracks - I believe them.

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How can anyone ignore the greeness of green? The ferns are still unfurling in the newness of the season - I felt a bit the same myself.

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Butterfly

As we go through our lives the road we walk is often rocky and winding. Sometimes we can continue on the same path and sometimes we realise that the stones that we relied on are not there anymore.

My path dropped off the end of a cliff for a while but as time goes by I am starting to see a new one - a path that is of my own making and a path that is full of hope for the future.
Misery does not become me and along with hope comes a desire for happiness which I often think is the only true path that we should take.

So as I take a few tentative steps in a new direction please join me and celebrate the butterfly in all of us. Where there is an end there is always a new beginning - we just have to look. Oh, and you can also celebrate the new butterfly that I have tattooed on my ass!

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(Can I also thank all you lovely, lovely people who took the time to email me - it meant a lot)

There are times....

...when life gets about as tough as it gets and you just have to hide away for a while.


I'll be back.