It struck me the other day that I have never been as inspired as much by a building or a bridge or anything man made as I have been about a tree, a beach, a mountain or sunset.

I was rattling along on the train, coming home, moving through the concrete, graffitti tagged tunnels that lead me home and I realised that in order to recharge, I think we need greenery and open spaces. There is energy in the daily hustle of business and innovation and thinking, but for me down time needs to be green and blue. It got me thinking about the moments when I have felt “wowed” by something I have seen and although I have been impressed by (and fallen in love with) New York City with its endless bridges or the Petronas Towers in Malaysia, lit up and shooting into the sky – it has been a beach or a tree or a mountain that makes my spirit soar. I wondered why this was the case, as there are things we have built that have taken enormous ingenuity, but I came to the conclusion that it is the randomness of the tree, the beach, the mountain that has the spark of creation that all of us carry either alive or dormant in us, that fills me with wonder. It is the mystery of why this particular hill chose this particular spot to jut out and stare at the ocean, the inexplainable beauty of it all is what recharges me and reconnects me with the spirit of who I am.

I have been blessed with finding a little patch of earth, that has trees that reach into the sky, fruit trees and giant ferns and pockets of shade with mossy rocks huddling under bushes. I was awestruck when I discovered that my new garden held a tree that started to bloom in Spring, with bright pink leaves, that are gradually turning yellow and will if I believe my googling, will be green in a week’s time. I love the fact that I can wander down to my veggie patch and pick some sage and lemon thyme and use them to flavour a roast chicken on a rainy night. I love the return verandah, where I can aimlessly sit and listen to the birds, watching the grape vine and climbing roses do their thing, while my dogs run with boundless joy through the nooks and crannies of the garden. I am finding that weekends in the Cottage of Tranquility feel long and languid and that I am getting back to work feeling like I have been away for a long time. So if you are looking to recharge, as all of us are, I suggest, a tree, a rock, a beach or a hill to connect you back to the source of who you are…

© Tanya @ Ordinary Poetry

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