Mountains are a key source of nurture to me, the mountains of Wales in particular. I have turned to them for support during stressful times, done my adult growing up with them, loved them, been inspired by them.
Beautiful Capel-y-ffin
Today I sat out out in the garden reflecting on various ways the mountains have nurtured me over the years. My trademark grin appeared in seconds.
The ever nurturing Ewyas Valley, from Gospel Pass
Remembering the ways in which I have been nurtured reconnected me with skills and positive thoughts from those times. It’s not that those experiences had swanned off anywhere, they just weren’t front of mind today – until I sat still and revisited them.
Bright summer walking on Hay Bluff
It feels a bit like visiting my personal mountain nurture library… selecting a few books I love off the shelf… remembering and refreshing the wise tips that were vivid at the time and then got a bit tucked away…
Nice 😀
Beautiful summer evening stroll in the Black Mountains
Whatever place feels special for you, or whatever hobby makes you grin most – I think there’s probably some nurture tucked away in there.
We already have a rich source of nurture within us from our most vivid, positive experiences
What have you forgotten that you can do?!
Mountain Ponies in the cloud
Maesglase, Snowdonia 🙂
