My spiritual home

As I walk steadily up the hill
Which I know so intricately
I feel my lungs expand
With the crisp, morning air.
My stride starts to lengthen
And my gaze is drawn to the west
By the water tower from the hospital.
The sun, obscured partially by cloud
Shines rays of speckled light
On the wise, old beech tree.
I feel my shoulders drop
My heart beats a little faster
My body feels warm now.
The valleys appear calm and serene
The Sussex cattle are grazing
Innocent, trusting, happy.
This is where my heart is at peace
My spiritual home
Where I ground myself in nature
and with my feet on the soil
I step out of my swirling thoughts
And trust that all is as it should be.
Copyright © 2012 Vicky Newham. All Rights Reserved.


About Vicky Newham

Vicky Newham is a writer, living in Whitstable, Kent. She writes crime fiction, psychological thrillers and science fiction. Her main projects are novels, but she also writes short stories, flash fiction, non-fiction articles and some poetry.
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