Solace
This week has been tough.
We all have issues in life and I am no different. There will always be challenges for us to face as human beings and we frequently struggle to engage with each other in positive or respectful ways. A sad indictment of our civilised societies.
Often though, it’s the way in which we talk to ourselves that causes us the most pain. Self-esteem can be fragile and so easily damaged when we don’t treat ourselves well or with kindness. Whatever harm others try to cause us, we have the ability to hurt ourselves more. We are all in control of our own peace of mind but many of us have emotional guns, loaded with criticism and ready to fire, pointed right at ourselves.
Dealing with the moments after we have pulled the trigger can take time. We each react differently and some of us know how to manage these reactions better than others. It can often take me days to allow myself to be kind to myself once again. Like many, I find that when I look inwards, I dislike quickly and forgive slowly.
In situations like this nature provides wonderful support and is invaluable for healing. It passes no opinion and is always non-judgemental. It has the power to show us the wonderful things that surround us, especially important when our eyes are focussed only on ourselves.
So today, for a while, I sought nature. An old church in the Sussex countryside, with a slightly wild and unkempt graveyard, provided solace in the warm spring sunshine. Peaceful, deserted and perfect at times like this.
