I’ve arrived at my destination and am sitting up in a tree I have climbed. It’s exciting to think this will be my sit spot for my posts from now on. 

 

I’m a bit delayed in writing this, rain and being sick have stopped me from being able to fully enjoy the outdoors like I usually do. But, I have a new rain jacket and my immune system has fought back valiantly. 

 

The tree hangs over a pond that the British call a “lake”, and pulls at my heartstrings. I imagine a little baby tree floating away in the pond and the mother tree reaching over the pond in soft determination to grab it. The tree is delightfully strong and I do not fear a branch breaking as I walk across the stretching arms that are suspended over the lake towards the leaves.

 

They say the tree is ill and loses a few branches every year as a result. Yet, the tree never dies. 

 

I wonder if the tree is friendly with the rain. I wonder if the tree misses the sun that so rarely pokes its head out of the grey sky. Most of all I wonder why I keep attributing human-like qualities to the tree.

 

The rumours are true—it rains a lot here. But, I’ve been surprised how quickly the weather changes. At least up until this point, the rain has come in spurts of 20 minutes and then subsided. 

 

I enjoy rain but I do fear my eagerness to embrace rain is what caused me to be sick in the first place. I’ve been advised to not go on long walks in the rain, at least until I’m fully feeling better. 

 

However, how I am feeling physically is not aligning with how I am feeling mentally and emotionally. I crave being outside, rain or shine. 

 

With this in mind, I bought a bike second hand. I’m excited about how having a bike will help expand my transportation and allow me to see parts of the city that I otherwise might not have seen. 

 

This post has been more sporadic than intended, but it feels like an accurate representation of my mind going 100 miles per hour as I gear up for a large essay worth 60% of my grade along with other things that are going on. 

 

Still, as I connect with my senses that I have almost forgotten are there in my hurry, I feel the thoughts slowing.

 

Why does nature make me feel so different from anything else? Is it because it makes me focus on separating my senses and not just experiencing each one but consciously experiencing each one?

 

This blog is a welcome to you, the reader, into my consciousness. I now see I have to welcome myself there too.