If my lungs are made of trees…
Highgate and Queens Wood, a clavicular breath to raise my shoulders high: a breath to remember who I am; a daily touchstone; a cosy haven.
Hampstead Heath, an expansive breath to fill my ribcage: an unfurling adventure; a journey of delight and enchantment; a pause in my weekly life.
The Open Countryside, a deep breath, with lush woods, open wildflower meadows, endless sky, caress of the sea with pebbled sands: a life-source for longing; an interconnecting web of wonder; a journey home forevermore.
Tell me about your story ‘if your lungs are made of trees.’
My lungs are overflowing with trees – we’re surrounded by them in our new home, each corner of the garden, along the village lanes, weeping into the brook…
We are breathing deeply and freely 😀
Lots of pics in my Rectory Writings 🙂 http://nestofmist.blogspot.co.uk/
Delightful! I so want that for myself too. You are very fortunate indeed ;))))) We have a row of London Planes outside our flat window, buts its on a main road. We plan to buy a place in Kingston Upon Thames and our priority is close to parks, green etc and easy access out of London. **wishing** xx
Ah, that’s quite the dream – to live in the country yet near the city…
We’re quite close to the A1, but a fair way to any major city, and sadly there’s no village shop or pub any more, hence everyone’s making their own entertainment 🙂
But the trees, oh the trees… I confess I’d sooner spend the day with trees than people – much easier to understand and be understood by 😀 x
Yes the trees! Ever since I had a wonderful and moving experience amongst the trees in an ancient wood in Southern Island, I have had a special connection to the trees 😉 They do soothe me some how. Thanks for stopping by here x
We have lots of trees here in Wales and a wood at the back of the house. My OH and I got lost in Hampstead Heath woods last summer. Tiring and hot trying to find our way out but delightful at the same time. On the plus side, would never have found Kenwood House if we’d remembered our way back to the bus stop.
I love your story about Hampstead Heath. I often get lost too and I been going there for the past three years 😉