A moment of disastrous beauty.

“There’s no disaster that can’t become a blessing and no blessing that can’t become a disaster” - Richard bach

We set up camp in the rain, a rudimentary shelter with a tarp slung between our bags, pegged at one end and weighted at the other. It’s low stature combined with some fairy lights (an essential part of any kit bag), made for an incredibly cosy night..

However, as the night got darker, the wind got stronger and stronger until we had gale force gusts ripping over the top of the tarp. We exchanged a look of worry at this development before turning the fairy lights back on and all issues melted away as we drifted back to sleep.

Something woke me. Still half asleep I thought nothing of it but turned to Kat to see the tarp was behind our heads, just held in place by the weighted side. A gust had ripped it from the pegs. So, jumping to action I immediately tried to fix it back in place. But Kat wasn't moving a muscle. When I asked her if she was okay she just told me to look up. When I did, I saw a gap in the billowing cloud, a window to a sky full of more stars than I  ever thought possible.

Had I not had Kat with me, I'd have missed this moment entirely. She taught me to slow down and take the time to think and evaluate. Then, if there's no imminent threat, take the time to enjoy the moment. Find the beauty in the disaster.

Many thanks to Kat Bennet

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