I woke this morning to the usual sounds.
We’ve frequently chosen to live in or near little villages. In Scotland at Tynron, where our view was across the tumbledown wall to the hills beyond. In Herefordshire at Bromyard where we enjoyed a Damson orchard and then in Gloucestershire at Lechlade where we were right next to the River Thames near its source. All were quiet, the silence only quietly disturbed now and then.
In our Cypriot village, life starts early in the morning, especially in the hot months.
But today I amused myself listening to the sounds of village life in Cyprus, rural indeed. It’s easy to feel more connected to nature in this environment, easier to feel the heartbeat of the planet and our connection to All That Is.