Alone At Rudyard Lake.

There are times I can barely manage to get out of bed.  Depression drains my energy and to tap away on the keyboard becomes a daunting task.  I have been experiencing this for about a week now.  Somehow, I will draw on my positive resilience and get this posting done.
I am a single dad and when my son hurts, I hurt.  I see the pain in the eyes of my child and I want to hug the pain away.  Hush now son, dad believes in you and it's going to be just fine.  I have few friends but when they hurt, I hurt.  I see the sadness in my few friends and I do my best to make them smile.
I try to inspire and be inspired.  Yesterday, I found the strength to get out and visit a place of beauty and tranquillity.  I needed a positive distraction and some time for gentle reflection.  Where was my life going?

  
A few minutes away from my house is Rudyard Lake.  Rudyard Kipling was named after this lake which is, in actuality, a reservoir.  His parents met there in 1863.

I stood at the edge of Rudyard Lake and marvelled at the peaceful scene that filled my eyes.

It began to rain.  I listened to the breeze as it echoed round the lake.  The boats bobbed up and down.  They swayed from side to side.  Alone at Rudyard Lake.  Just me, the sights, the sounds and the rain.  These few fleeting moments made me realise how much I have and how much I have to give.  To my son and to my friends; we are all in this together.  Sharing and caring makes your world and my world, a better place.