It feels like my mood is reflecting the weather at the moment, or the weather is reflecting my mood, not sure which, the dull, uninspiring white skies reflect my lack of inspiration to head out into the wilds, the cold, damp, temperatures mirror my moods, the drizzling rain, seeing to fit my mental lows.
It is times like this that I realise just how easy it would be to slip back into the darkest depths of my psyche, and fall back into a depressive funk, a situation that I never wish to return to. Knowing that I need to take care of, and work on, my mental health regularly, and having discussed before how the outdoors and nature is one of my solaces in that department, I forced myself off the sofa (and away from the junk food) and headed out for a walk around the Floodplain Forest Nature Reserve.
River Ouse looking dull and grey
It has to be said the walk today became more about self reflection than it did about the nature, I knew this would be the case when the azure flash of a Kingfisher, darting up river, reminded me of how fleeting the joy of nature can be rather than a moment to savour in my memory.
As I walked the low, mournful, cawing of Carrion Crow fitted my mood more than the jingling, joyful sounds of the charms of Goldfinch, The solitary tseep of passing Redwing, a reminder of the coming winter, attracted me more that the gleeful laughter of the Green Woodpecker. The arrival of Wigeon with their melancholy whistles favourable over the excited quacking of Mallards.
Misty Floodplain Forest
As I walked through the lakes of the Nature Reserve, or followed the winding paths of the River Ouse I slowly began to come out of my despondent mood working through my forlorn reverie, with each step I thought away the darker thoughts, worked out the causes of my mood and reflected that, like the weather, the change in my mood would arrive with time.