There’s something about Aviemore that always feels calming. This week, I’ve had the chance to soak in everything this place offers. I’ve been golfing on the Spey Valley course in the soft light of the evening, hiking through the Cairngorms, and even getting back onto a mountain bike for the first time in a while.
It’s been one of those weeks where time seems to slow down, and I can feel the stillness of the mountains sinking into my bones. I’ve spent the last few evenings golfing with a good mate, Jack, the two of us out on the Spey Valley course as the sun sets behind the hills. There’s a peacefulness in those moments that’s hard to describe.
There’s the quiet of the evening, the rich colours of the sky, and the simple act of hitting a golf ball against the backdrop of such stunning scenery. Read more: New weekly referee and VAR ratings introduced by Scottish FA Sir Alex raises awareness for dementia & discusses football retirement It’s in these moments that I feel most alive, most connected to the world around me. It’s also when my mind starts to wander to something I think about often: healing.
Healing is a word that gets thrown around a lot, especially in the world of illness. People often talk about healing as though it’s synonymous with being cured, with the idea that everything can somehow be fixed or made whole again. But the more time I spend in the mountains, the more I realize that healing isn’t always about finding a cure.
Sometimes, it’s.