Musings of a wandering soul

I was drawn to Nyandarua by an invisible force.

Now i know it was my soul that needed a home.

I found a place where my heart is filled with the simple joy of the fact of being alive; the basic natural act of taking in air through the lungs and back out. Here, breathing takes on an added significance.

The dizzying freshness of the cool mountain air is intoxicating!

The serene environment; adorned by the mystic sounds of the myriad species of birds. The cooing of the dove couple; the continuous conversations of the families of brightly coloured extended families of exotic birds that have made their homes in the plentiful shrubs of the extended boma.

The environment invites one to sit still. Sit still and listen to the rhythmic beating of a contented heart. Sit still and listen for the far-off mowing of a cow, here and there, from a neighbouring farm.

Sit still and let the mind unwind …. slowly, deliberately; one twisted thread at a time. Sit still and let the body go … muscle by muscle to a state of utter and complete rest.

Not for me though.

The environment invigorates me. I feel the need to DO something. And so i pick up the gardening tools.

Gardening is a balm for a bruised spirit; a soothing touch for an uncertain heart.

It grounds me.

The pricks from the Rose bushes; tiptoeing to trim the hedges, and everything in-between.

Here, I am fully alive.

And you would be too… it’s just how it is.