Little things mean a lotBy Reina Free
One morning on my usual morning walk, I noticed for the first time the beauty of a frozen puddle. I could see bluish white ice, in various patterns, winding rivers and spiders’ webs.
I had the opportunity to observe, in detail, the beautiful things of nature, a freshly dug rabbit hole, the early morning sun on a flock of sheep in the Browns’ field and a munjac slowly crossing the still unploughed field. It was a joy to hear the song of the thrush who is back in the oak tree near Hedge Cottage. In this troubled world, these things lift my spirits and they are all around us.
So really, what does it mean? Is it just a provider of inner tranquillity? If so, this could be regarded as a selfish indulgence. No, I believe that this lightening of the spirit and feeling of optimism is something for us to pass on.
To some degree, during the course of a lifetime, we all stumble over ‘emotional potholes’ caused by all kinds of sadness and disappointments. However, by small gestures of kindness and gentleness, we can sometimes make a greater difference than we imagine in the lives of others.
I think in this special time of Lent, it could do much more good than giving up chocolate or even a glass of wine.