Good morning. I hope your Saturday is starting softly. My week was most intense, so I am noticing just how grateful I am for this Substack space this morning: each time I arrive to write here, I feel spaciousness and freedom of possibilities; I put down the week’s load and enter a restful state of mind.
Good morning. I hope this finds you well. I paused writing for August and am now returning with autumnal feels. The summer always blends in smoothly into the next season here in the UK, and August somehow feels strange, hectic, all over the place. Compared to Poland, the UK weather is generally milder, with seasons not as pronounced and sharp edges as in my homeland, so I am used to this soft fluidity and shifts between rain and sun, wind and soft, calm air. Even with the clearly shifting weather patterns due to climate change, somehow, I am accepting that our surroundings will increasingly be less and less predictable.
Good morning, I hope this finds you well. I am writing this sitting at a bedroom window, listening to the wind and soft rain in Three Sisters, the tall trees we are blessed with here. It’s a wet and warm weekend in Bristol. I am super excited about a friend visiting us today from Switzerland, so I am also fidgety, just like Nature today. Movement is good, though, and it’s nice to use Nature for metaphors that help self-reflection and morning emotional check-in with ourselves.
Good morning. I hope this finds you safe and well. It’s been a busy time for me, so I am entering the weekend with the intention of slowing down. In Wales, you see “Araf” written on the roads to remind you about the speed limitations (or opportunities). My body screams against any speed faster than 60 km/h, so I love the sign on my way to and from counselling work – 5 miles per hour! Every time I enter this alley, I bow to the trees and thank them for watching over me. I bow them goodbye, too.
Good morning. I hope this lands softly in your inbox today. On this Glastonbury weekend here in the UK, I am waking up to the sound of wind in my backyard trees and the still refreshing, gentle air of summer.
I had a long, reorientating week. This year, somehow, each week feels like a century of small steps and wonderful people who carry my work and my life forward. So, landing into the weekend with Nature in mind is so restorative.
Good morning. I hope your weekend is soft. The last two weeks were busy with work and allotment, so this space was quiet. I return home each day with crops from the allotment in two minds about the amount of sun we are getting at the moment. On the one hand, vegetables and berries, not to mention roses, adore this amount of sunshine. On the other hand, the weather feels steadily hot and dry. Evening allotment watering is a healthy workout, of course, but also a sign of how our climate is shifting.
Good morning. I hope this weekend starts softly for you. Here, in Bristol, it’s sunny…so sunny I cannot get enough of it. We had a long, dark and cold autumn, winter and spring, so those few days of sunshine cheer me up. And everything is in boom!
The trees are opening their flowers in preparation for autumnal crops.
This week, I was blessed with good weather, so I could sit out in the garden and enjoy the border designed in all shades of green – all to rest our eyes from the screens now and again. I spend every free moment outside simply because the birds are so loud that each second out there feels like a blessing of a bird song – I am now posting it all on TikTok, astonished to see how many people resonate with those beautiful tunes.
Good evening to you all. As we move into May and some of us celebrate Beltane, I hope you are enjoying Nature more and more.
In our park, everything is growing and blooming. The park’s edges are decorated with pink, white and blue bluebells. It’s snowing cherry tree petals. It smells of gorgeous hawthorn.
Good morning. I hope this weekend is soft for you. Every spring here in the UK, there is one day when Mother Nature wakes up. Just like in Mexico on the first day of rain in autumn when the dust is finally gone, and the flowers shine in their colour palettes, we have one “opening” day in the UK. I cannot pin it down to one particular date – like Easter; it is a bit movable. Many people miss it; it is so subtle. You need to pay attention to the leaves, flower buds or specific plants in your garden and local park to see them open up so vigorously that day (in our garden, the fig tree makes this announcement most clearly). However, if – like me – you live attuned with Nature – that magical day feels like a carnival of life. Every single living creature suddenly opens up to the opportunity of upcoming warm and sunny days. Leaves double in size. Birds sing louder. You can feel it in your cells, too. Summer is on the way.