I’ve been known to enjoy the occasional meander or two…. Ok it’s a daily occurrence.
If you ever pass me when I’m out walking alone, please don’t be offended if I appear to ignore you. Meandering time is head space time. Time to rationalise the thoughts of the day. Time to reflect.
It can also be time to daydream and create. Many scenes from my book babies have come to fruition after a good meander.
My mind is seldom still and quiet.
Last Sunday, I enjoyed a short (ok very short) meander with my Girl Child when we visited a holistic therapy centre for a mother/daughter treat. We were early for our appointments and decided to explore the trail beside the centre. There were two routes of differing lengths to choose from. We opted for the shorter one just to be on the safe side.
As we walked along the narrow path, we were surrounded by the sights and sounds of spring. All good for the soul.
Then I spotted it….
My imagination has been whirring away ever since. Who lives in this tiny house? A tiny wizard? A fairy? A witch? …..
I can’t help but think that there’s a story waiting to be told about the “person” who lives behind this tiny door.