I really adore long train journeys; being transported through towns, cities and villages. All the while wondering what their stories are.
Americano In hand, my favourite journal and ‘The power of now’- a guide to spiritual enlightenment and I’m ready to go.
No doubt I’ll read three pages of Eckhart Tolle and get distracted whilst bobbing along to my favourite songs.
I’m all relaxed and pondering whilst gazing out the window. This time of year is particularly pretty, seeing all the trees in their autumnal glory.
Sparkly eyed and feeling appreciative of the endless fields of cattle grazing, fluorescent yellow rapeseed flowers and fluffy little lambs. Unfortunately I’m then overwhelmed with guilt of enjoying lamb burgers with mint sauce and fries.
The train’s racing against little cars on their winding roads and next we’re flying under bridges and over rivers. I look to my right and there’s a lake glistening in all it’s glory as the sun beams down through the grey clouds.
Just when I’m in awe of the highlands and endless greenery I’m at the next stop… A city with a castle and birds soaring above.
There are fragments of joy to be found when unplugging and feeling unreachable. I’m in my own undisturbed little world journaling away with my thoughts.
It’s fun to just breakaway for a week end and the monotony of routine. It’s important to allow yourself to appreciate new surroundings and explore.
Granted it’s a little more difficult to tap into my little world daily when rushing for my routinely 7.57am train, I’m usually suffering with armpits above my 5ft 1 self.
It’s easy to feel a little trapped when rushing around in the rat race, but I feel a sense of free spiritedness when travelling some place new, a feeling of freedom.
…Now I’m people watching, another hobby I’m pretty great at. I’m hearing different accents from people of all backgrounds, but at this present moment we’re all heading to the same place. All these people from different places are just reminding me how I’m a teeny tiny person in big world with big dreams.
There’s a little four year old, messy pig tailed and dressed in pink, occasionally she peers over at me scribbling away and shares a little partially toothed smile. And then there’s a guy dressed in his comfies having a solo party with his dre beats, of course he’s completely oblivious of the prosecco fuelled hen party behind him.
We’re all on the same train sharing the same destination with different journeys.
Another three and half hours to go and the grey clouds are slowly disspearing much to my surprise. I’m not complaining however, there’s still so much to see out of this little window.
More greenery, luscious landscapes and an ever changing sky. The sky is always my favourite thing.
Happiness sure is fleeting, so I try and seek it in the smallest of things.
Excuse me for finishing with a slice of super-extra-mature-cathedral-city-cheese, but life really is all about the journey and not the destination.
Tartan scarf at the ready, a heart of excitement and already feeling cold…
Hello Edinburgh, nice to meet you!