Hi everyone, I am delighted to be able to hand over the posting reins to a dear friend, another Liz, today. Β Enjoy reading and have a great weekend! πŸ™‚

Someone recently posted this short poem of Robert Frost’s on Twitter:


I’d not come across it before, but to me it captures exactly that moment of grace when the natural world breaks through the private fug we all sometimes walk round in. It’s also about mindfulness, and how a trivial event utterly external to our own worries or regrets can restore a sense of proportion. I also love it because it it is so beautifully expressed. You can see him trudging along, head bent, then shuddering as some snow inches down his collar, and looking up; opening his eyes wide, smiling, and walking on at a slightly faster pace, head high.

I copied the poem to Liz and thanks very much for suggesting I do a guest blog about it, Liz!