The rain taps on my window, such a soothing sound, just like a crackling fire on a cold winter's night with a clock softly ticking in the background. Comforting, familiar music to my ears that fill me with warmth and coziness. A couple of weeks ago I received some comments that were kindly left to say that my 'ordinary' was 'extraordinary'. This made me take a step back and realise that I needed to take stock of what is in front of me day to day. Yes, I go to work every week day with the same old roads, the same old landmarks, the same old views across the fens. But then, I enter a world that is so steeped in tradition, history and beauty and ashamedly after a while, I don't really see it anymore. I walk around with things occupying my mind and not noticing what is in front of my eyes.
Looking out from my bedroom window, the rain came down, not gentle warm rain, but cold, icy stair rods! This was followed by thunder and lightening. The 'ordinary' had become 'extraordinary'. Thunder in January? I've never known it. It became a moment in time to slow down, enjoy the clean and tidy house that I had worked on all day and just follow the rain drops as they took it in turns to race down the window pane.
Simple little things that beg to be noticed and all they get is a fleeting glance. The peace and tranquility that can be right in front of you, something that we long for on hectic busy days. Sometimes it is there, staring you in the face, but we don't notice it. As I make my way to work each morning and close my car door, the trees are silhouetted against the unique sun rises that are a gift each day to those who are awake early enough to catch their beauty and colour.
Looking at things differently can just be the wonder of just looking up. How often do you do that? I personally love doing this and then watching how many people will do the same. 'What is it?' they are thinking, 'oh look at that!' and then they reach for cameras or phones to capture something that they would have normally just walked past.
The 'ordinary' views of Peterborough Cathedral suddenly become 'extraordinary'. The ornate carvings, the workmanship of people long departed and the magnificence of the architecture so beautifully set before us. As I took this shot with my camera pointing upwards and taking my time, a man came up to see what I had seen, he was curious and a bit hesitant to be interrupting my moment. I heard him draw breath when he realised there were vaulted ceilings and hidden windows. I smiled, he smiled, we both acknowledged the splendor and then I left him taking shot after shot, just looking up and smiling.
I have been enjoying this week looking at things differently. I'm now giving my blog an early spring clean by de-cluttering and tidying up. Sweeping away the cobwebs and bringing some spring freshness onto my screen. I feel a little cluttered, like a bunch of elastic bands that can ping in all different directions. A tidy blog is a tidy mind and I feel more comfortable being organised!
So, I leave with you with a view of the Fens before the rain descended. I do feel as though I enter two different worlds each day. Both ever changing, and both constant and reassuring.
I hope you have a wonderful weekend and week. Don't forget to look up, see the 'extraordinary' in the 'ordinary'.
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