Silent

To be silent at the rivers edge is to hear how loads nature is, being a schizophrenic loner I live in silence and ponder, ponder the nature the movements of themselves from habitat to habitat the way the water moves and the clouds. We must not destroy our nature with concrete and over tended green spaces. Sat on a bench listening to the tweets and chirps etc of the nature around me, I think too often we put ease of life before natural beauty especially in this digital world.

I moved to a new town relatively recently and everyone I met knows something about flowers, so I just began a journey into learning a few bit and bobs for myself. It reminds me of a grandfather the died when I was a child. I remember looking through his books for the birds I had spotted with him. I remember very little of that now but he is my inspiration as I settle into my new life so to speak. Road to recovery from schizophrenia reignite a love of nature that I had with the fields that surrounded where both my grandparents lived growing up.

Walking apparently improves one’s mental health so a walk through all the green spaces each day observing nature at its best seems like I good place to start. I can use the wonders of technology to learn as I go along, baby step by baby step.