Thoughtful, Simple, Slow – living a natural life
Here's what I decided to do to reclaim my beneficial nature time. I have been working from home reinventing what I do for a living. However, it has also come with some unexpected challenges. I missed leaving the house to go to work because of the few precious moments of 'nature' interaction that stepping out of my front door gave me.
I was wondering if there is an art to leaving? Leave where you may ask? There are lots of things that we can leave, for example, a place, a job or a relationship. I have just left the place in which I have lived for the last seven years, so I pondered the question as I made preparations to leave.
The Vienna Woods are truly beautiful. They 'green lung' of the city. There are many well-marked trails that are safe and easy to follow. Today I take you on a journey along a city hiking trail - Stadtwanderweg 2. I often take a mindful, quiet walk up into the beech forests. These woods are the [...]
I read an article in the New York Times recently, which explained how people over 50 are redefining the expectations of age. It set me thinking because by the end of this coming year I will be celebrating my 54thbirthday and my partner just turned 60. Neither of us feels ‘that old’. We have our [...]
Well, we are now truly in the heart of Summer. How has it been for you so far? Have you experienced good or bad weather? Have you had too much rain and not enough sun? I have had a few extremes, as I divide my time between life in Vienna and back to the UK. [...]
When you explore a new city or town, do you ever look up? I am going to share with you some images I took wandering a suburb of Vienna called Grinzing. Grinzing was until the end of the 19th century an independent municipality, but today it is part of Döbling, the 19th district of Vienna. It [...]
‘Going into the woods is going home’ John Muir Whenever I get the chance, I slip away into green spaces and drink in all the beauty that surrounds me – the beckoning stillness, the rustle of leaves, the patient wait of woodland flowers, the rap of the woodpecker and the calling cry of circling buzzards. [...]
