"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes."
Marcel Proust.
I took a walk this summer round the grounds of an old stately home. It was a well-trodden path and one I had used myself many many times. This day, however, was different. I walked slowly, noticing the trees bend in the wind, smelling the earthy aroma of pine needles and mud. I took that walk with an intentionality about me. I would notice everything and be ready to describe it in great detail.
A few days after the walk I wrote several poems about that day and what I experienced. Had I gone out simply wishing to burn fat or count footsteps I’d have missed everything.
A renewed vision of creation in turn makes the onlooker creative.
More tomorrow...
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