When I look back at the places which have meant the most to me, the landscapes whose inspiration is etched on my memory, it’s the wild places; in the wilderness, we stand face to face with ourselves.
It's the Yorkshire Dales and Moors for me, David. Maybe because it was my father's home but there's something that pulls be back time and time and again and that feeling of being home when I arrive never dwindles.
Absolutely loved this post, David! I have to ponder a bit before I leave a comment as there are several landscapes that have my heart. I will twirl by after I’m back from my trip, but really enjoyed the photos and the musings. 🤗✨
The high desert I live and never see anyone. where I can laugh and yell and pray and meditate. Where the desert itself holds me in its high altitude where a can drum my teachers from here to there
Someone mentioned to me that the reason we love those large expanses before us is because we can see so far. It gives us a sense of security and peace. Our instincts tell us no one is out there to get us.
And, yes, I love those places. Here in the U.S., those are the plains, the deserts, the Great Lakes.
It's the Yorkshire Dales and Moors for me, David. Maybe because it was my father's home but there's something that pulls be back time and time and again and that feeling of being home when I arrive never dwindles.
I know exactly what you mean ✨🌿
Vast wildness shifts my perspective. I feel small, and so too do my worries. Did you know that awe is measured in goosebumps? Isn’t that beautiful!
That is so beautiful ✨ But you’re right, they offer us a much wider perspective, that somehow, we are a tiny piece in a much larger puzzle.
It is these landscapes that affect me most and wish I lived nearer to them. A lovely post, David.
Yes, one day, I’d love to just open the door onto them ✨🌿🍂
I have just booked a week in the Peaks - thank you for the prompt!
Oh lovely! ⛰️
Absolutely loved this post, David! I have to ponder a bit before I leave a comment as there are several landscapes that have my heart. I will twirl by after I’m back from my trip, but really enjoyed the photos and the musings. 🤗✨
Thank you 🙏✨
This sort of bleakness is similar to looking across the vast expanse of the sea, must be in the genes!
The high desert I live and never see anyone. where I can laugh and yell and pray and meditate. Where the desert itself holds me in its high altitude where a can drum my teachers from here to there
Someone mentioned to me that the reason we love those large expanses before us is because we can see so far. It gives us a sense of security and peace. Our instincts tell us no one is out there to get us.
And, yes, I love those places. Here in the U.S., those are the plains, the deserts, the Great Lakes.
I think that’s very true; you can see forever ✨