I have been working with the beautiful landscape that I encounter on a daily basis. That of the North Yorkshire Moors and Scarborough Beach. I am drawn to reflections and trees. Reflections because they begin to abstract what is around and so can lead to narratives that are not immediately obvious, and trees because they can echo so much of what we think or feel. How stark they are, how 'lonely' they might look, how joyous and bountiful. So many different layers of meaning can be found in them. 

I am often struck by how intellectual people can be in their assimilation of the landscape. I would love to be and sometimes I find myself waxing lyrical, but fundamentally I encounter a real spiritual experience when I am in nature. Wonder and awe. Its vastness, its intricacy, its tenacity and vulnerability. I am overwhelmed by it on so many levels and am so grateful to live in a place that I can encounter it on a daily basis. I'm mindful of this beautiful hymn..

'When through the woods, and forest glades I wonder, and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees. When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur, and see the brook and feel the gentle breeze.. Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee, how great Thou art'

My soul sings out to my Creator and what ever I am going through, I am grateful for that moment when I can be caught in something so much greater than myself and my life.