It is finally Summertime. Well it has been for a few weeks but the glorious weather here in Ireland is a rare thing. We are so used to living in the cold and the rain.
The last few weeks my energy was running low. I tend to be very busy as I have published two books within one year and seven months. Things I normally enjoyed were all becoming tasks and I began to sleep more than usual. My writing was becoming less productive and I began to fear the dreaded writers block.
I knew I needed to get out into nature. I needed to remind myself to stop taking myself so seriously, to stop taking the world so seriously. I drove to Glen da Lough, a beautiful mountain park in Wicklow, Ireland. I looked at the trees, the birds, the lakes and the waterfalls surrounded by green rolling hills and rocky mountains. All of nature was just being, everything living in the moment. Nature is an orchestra of all forms of life each expressing its own tune and all coming together harmoniously to form a whole that compliments each of its parts and becoming more than the sum of its parts. Would that we could all move through difficulties of life like water over stones and rocks or trees swaying in the wind.
Around one thousand years ago a monastery was built in the park. Mostly of stone cut from the rock of the park. The ruins can still be seen and the monastery still somewhat intact. The monks not only prayed but also wrote books. They would carve a letter into wood, often tiny letters or designs and use natural paint made from blood and plant resin. Then press the shapes onto paper made from trees or cowhide. They were inspired by the nature all around them and joined the beauty with concepts of God. To them nature was God. Monks performed their art every day as they were making books to be read by other monks in Ireland and Europe. The monks in Glen da lough have been credited with creating the most beautiful books in history. They did so surrounded by the elegance and peace of nature. No wonder then that millions of people have been inspired by Glen da Lough through the years.
I sat opposite a lake on a rich green grassy verge, few places in the world have such rich green vegetation and many tourists come to visit “The green green grass of home”. The sun shone its rays across my body. Suddenly I felt alive. My energy was slowly growing within me, a dim light growing brighter. I pictured in my mind my lack of energy as a grey cloud around me. As the sun shone and the trees swayed slightly I let the suns rays disperse the greyness around me. I gasped with relief as I felt the grey cloud depart from me.
After spending my day in the park I was renewed and began to look forward again to writing.
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