Living in the moment

I was at Blythburgh on Saturday, listening to Ian Collins talking about his biography of Ronnie Blythe. It's a touching book, as one would expect, based on a thirty year friendship between two writers. I met Ronnie just once, visiting him to seek advice when I started out on my own writing journey.

Two days later, I'm still reflecting on something Ian said. He explained that Ronnie loved life and strove to enjoy every minute of every day. He observed the changing seasons, writing about how nature and religion are intertwined. I was left with the sense that here was a man who shunned the limelight, and chose to live simply, peacefully and contentedly. I was one of many he made time for, and I wish I had returned and talked with him more.

Right now I live in the place I want to live, with the person I want to share my life with, and spend my time writing books that I hope will change lives. Yet somehow, I have yet to achieve the sense of inner peace that I think defined Ronal Blythe.

This year, must be the year I find it possible to enjoy the moment without the anxiety that for too long, was my constant companion.