15/02/2026
A very stormy, grey and wet walk taught me something insanely obvious yet deeply profound today.
Nature really is so metaphorical sometimes…
The world is heavy right now…
Content being *shown*.
We’re closing the season of the snake.
Everyone I know and love is battling through huge challenges and conundrums.
There is civil unrest in the air.
England has been greyer and wetter than I’ve ever known, and with the 7 weeks of January to contend with, it’s been feeling quite bleak.
In my own life there is a huge corridor of doors closing on chapters where pages couldn’t be turned, ticks for lessons learned, itchy feet for required patience and panic-inducing grief.
After a lovely weekend spent with loved ones, I took Bear out for his afternoon walk and it started to hammer it down.
I was wearing a cropped jacket and joggers.
Then we saw some dogs.
Then the rain got heavier, rain dripping down from the rim of my beanie into my mouth.
Personally I find rain walking liberating but this felt different, more significant.
We were returning home and I looked back at the countryside and thought ‘wow, even in this horrid weather, it’s still so beautiful’.
‘What is so beautiful?’, I thought.
(I know your brain would’ve answered prior to reading on so do let me below what you thought).
Even in the bleakest, darkest moments of our life whether it’s 76 days of constant rain, dark skies and wet dog, the fear of waking up and not knowing how you can get out of a difficult situation, feeling like all of the life has been sucked out of you so you’re drained of colour and energy… there is beauty to be found.
How grounding that wet walk was.
How grateful to have so many loved ones to care about.
How much the sun will be appreciated.
How we have to get to the literal centre of a storm to be able to see clearly through the other side.
Nature is constantly teaching us about ourselves and life - visual poetry of metaphors in life lessons and what it is to be human - if we only start to listen.
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