The Sanctuary of Nature

Much has been written lately about the value of a garden, a green space, somewhere to be to ease away the aches of modern life. I believe greatly that the our natural world is one to be valued because I genuinely believe it does offer us sanctuary. A place to slow down the frenetic vibrations of just getting through each day.

My garden, (no not the one in the photo above) is my sanctuary. When I cannot hear myself think, or find sense in what is going on, I retreat to the stillness and calmness of my own little oasis. Here I can become so involved in the work of digging, weeding, planting that my mind empties. Space is cleared in my whizzing brain and I can breath again.

Such as this morning, when I was frustrated about hearing there are mistakes in my ebook which is now published. Out of the Blue took two years to bring to fruition. Money was spent on editing, proof reading and all the things you are advised to take seriously. Yet still, there are some typos and grammar errors. I am told by those far more experienced, it happens. Yet as a new author, I wanted to present a properly finished piece of work. To show my intent that I was serious about my writing.

Heh ho, I am now re reading and hopefully there will not be too many errors to correct.

So there was a very great need to immerse myself this morning in the heart of my garden. Listen to the birds, watch the sparrows flit and fly about, chirruping with gusto. It lifted my heart. It also gave me a light bulb moment. Out of the Blue is mostly set in a small rural hamlet called Barley Ford. I decided whilst weeding to make it into a series of book with Barley Ford as the back drop. Now I am pushing on with Edward’s story.

Much clearer of mind and more determined than ever to crack the technical side, I am squaring my shoulders and carrying on.

I love writing too much to give up because it’s got a bit difficult. It’s all that Yorkshire grit and stubbornness coming to the fore.

Thank you for stopping by.

Till next time.