Wings Without Wings

Reflections from Margery Wood and Colley Hill on the quiet power of stillness and simply being.

Have You Ever Just Stopped to 'Be'?

In a world full of doing, achieving, rushing, and scrolling…

Have you ever stopped… just for a moment… to be?

Not to fix.

Not to solve.

Not to plan.

Just to breathe.

To notice.

To exist.

Take a moment—one minute, two, three or five—to be still.

What comes to mind when everything else pauses?

For some, this is a mindful practice. For others, it's a chance to reconnect with their breath, their body, or something deeper.

It doesn't need a name. It doesn't have to look a certain way. It's yours.

Spiritual journeys hold different meanings for different people.

Whether it's through silence, movement, creativity, or connection with nature—this is your space to explore.

When we make time to pause, we remember we're not machines.

We're not here to keep going until burnout or breakdown.

We're allowed to stop. To notice. To feel.

And in those moments, we often find clarity, grounding, and even unexpected joy.

Wings Without Wings

This weekend, I walked through Margery Wood and climbed Colley Hill.

The sun was high.

The sky, open and blue.

The view… breath-taking.

And in that stillness, I remembered something:

We can all fly—without wings.

Through presence.

Through beauty.

Through being.

And by letting go of what weighs us down.

A Short Poem from the Hilltop

The breeze was gentle, the path was wide,

A chorus of birdsong on every side.

The trees stood tall, and the sun kissed my face,

And suddenly—I felt held by this place.

No wings, no rush, no need to strive,

Just the quiet joy of being alive.

Let this be your reminder today:

You don't need to do more to be enough.

Sometimes, all it takes is a breath… and the choice to pause.

Closing Note

Sometimes, stillness says more than words ever could.

If this resonated with you, be still—and perhaps revisit it when you next need to find stillness.