Wordsworth says, "Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity."
In my life, tranquilly is found in clarity of mind. For me, this comes from being outside, finding a distant view, a beautiful tree, an open space and being in and of the moment. A colleague once said, if you can't say it in poetry, don't bother!
I've realized that I am at my happiest when I'm outdoors. Whether I'm cycling, walking, or running through the picturesque South Downs, enjoying a leisurely kayak ride along the River Arun, or simply basking in the morning sun in my garden, being outside is where I feel most content. My grandmother and mother both cherished their gardens, enjoying the timeless beauty of watching the seasons change.
I felt immensely proud as some of my tutor group embarked on their Bronze DofE journey. It warmed my heart to see pictures of them engaged in lively chats, bundled up in their sleeping bags as the sunset. Seeing pictures of them up and climbing trees with scraped knees and bashed elbows, all adorned with beaming smiles. Epic stories of peg-pulling, late-night escapades and leader reprimands! Go, Team; I'm so proud of you!