‘Once upon a time’ in a children’s magazine of years gone by, lived a town mouse and her cousin, the country mouse. The magazine often featured their adventures arising chiefly from their different cultures and views on the world. I was reminded of this dichotomy (my big word for the day! I’m going to use it all day!) recently during our week’s holiday at the seaside, when I discovered something interesting about myself.
We rented a lovely cottage which backed onto the sea. It was so relaxing to sit and listen to the rhythmic sound of the waves coming in and going out, like the heartbeat of the planet caressing every pore. The sky changed sometimes hourly, showering us with blues, then a tapestry of whites, greys, blues, then starlit nights of deepest black studded with twinkling diamonds. What a majestic landscape it was.
As I was brought up in a small coastal town but where our home was situated on the edge of the countryside, I always felt the pull between being a ‘seaside mouse’ and a ‘country mouse’ as well as that between town and country. During out recent stay in the coastal village of Drummore, we were fascinated by the coming and going of little fishing boats which ‘drove’ past our window each day. (They were transported into and out of the water by tractors). I’d never seen the likes of this before. Perhaps I wasn’t quite the ‘seaside’ girl I had imagined! Was I really a ‘townie’? And was that so bad if I were?
On our visits out to local gardens, we could see bluebells carpeting every forest floor that we passed by. My heart felt soothed by the sight of them. It actually leapt with joy each time we came across another blanket of blue, dappled with sunrays which streamed through between the gaps in the trees. It brought smiles of sheer joy to my face. The innocent giggling joy of childhood.
As a child, I had loved the coast and the beaches, and I’ve realised now that it’s because that’s what was there. We didn’t have access to forests, and as such I felt a little unsure about them. Yet now I live surrounded by trees and the briefest sightings of them on holiday revealed my deep yearning to be close to them again. I was so surprised by this realisation.
But my goodness, who couldn’t also love this view of Ailsa Craig, bathed in blue? Here’s an ebook of beautiful places to see in this part of Scotland. Just click on the image (you’ll want to, it’s gorgeous!).
I guess all of nature pulls me in now, filling me with childlike joy: birds squabbling at the feeder; sunlight dappling through trees; boats ‘sailing’ past the window; the sound of the waves ebbing and flowing; the squirrel racing up a tree; the ocean still as a pond, sunlight sparkling all over its surface, like a mirror reflecting the glory of the Divine everywhere; pigeons in the town square, bobbing for crumbs left by passers-by.
So, to all you country mice, town mice, seaside mice and city mice everywhere, have a wonderful day. And remember, we’re part of the natural world too! Much love, Anita.😀🌴🌺