Meditation is not the most traditional of Yorkshire past-times, but here at God’s Own County, we are receptive to new ideas and if something is worth doing, it’s worth doing well. So we have been looking into what meditation is, and how you can go about getting started.
Meditation is the art of silencing the mind and going beyond the frustrations of our thoughts. It’s like looking down at some litter on the footpath – usually this would make us frustrated. But – rather than get caught annoyed at the bad we can see down below – we can look up and see the vast beautiful landscape beyond. As soon as we look up, we change our perspective on life.
If we avoid getting caught up in the minor dramas and small frustrations of life – if we can silence the mind, then we can experience a much greater sense of peace and well-being – and it is this inner peace which is meditation.
Meditation reminds us we always have a choice – whether we want to pursue an internal dialogue with ourself – which doesn’t get anywhere – or whether we want to become concentrated on something beautiful, uplifting and fulfilling.
We could be walking in nature and perhaps unconsciously be meditating or at least clearing the mind. But, when we sit down to meditate, we make that conscious effort to dive deep within and discover a part of our being we are rarely in touch with. Continue reading Meditation in Yorkshire
Historically, Yorkshire boundaries were bounded by the physical landscape of the East coast (Humberside). The River Tees in the North, and in the West, the Western slopes of the Pennines.
Yorkshire was split into three Ridings – East Riding, North Riding and West Riding; this area includes modern counties, such as Humberside, Durham, Cumbria, Cleveland and even parts of Lancashire.
One of the many dry stone walls dotted around the Yorkshire Dales. Stone walls are prolific in Yorkshire Dales, they date back to Enclosure Acts of Parliament in 1201.
Yorkshire has sometimes been nicknamed God’s Own County. in general recognition for having the largest number of great people and great things in Britain. Some even go so far as to say Yorkshire is – God’s Own Country. This is either a slip of the tongue or recognition of Yorkshire’s wider struggle for complete independence
Yorkshire Day is held on 1 August every year to celebrate Yorkshire’s unique culture and dialect.
After the death of Richard II, there was a civil war between the House of Lancaster and the House of Yorkshire over the next successor to the English crown. The wars of the Roses led to bitter fighting until Henry Tudor (Lancaster) beat Richard (York) at the Battle of Bosworth.
The unofficial anthem of Yorkshire is the popular folk song is On Ilkla Moor Baht ‘at (“On Ilkley Moor without a hat”).
New for old and vice versa – even as we speak new buildings are reflecting the changes on Boar Lane with the new Trinity shopping centre.
Leeds Station is one of the UK’s biggest and busiest train stations. Leeds now has only one major train station and over 18 platforms. It has recently been refurbished to increase capacity and you know it was needed when you see the streams of weekend clubbers arriving for a night out.
In April of this year, it snowed in the middle of quite a warm spring. The snow stayed on the hill tops for the next couple of days, despite the spring sunshine. It created a great new vista of the Lower Wharfedale valley.
Burnsall is a quintessential Yorkshire Dales village. It is surrounded by high fells offering great views of the village, river and landmark bridge. The three arched bridge crosses the River Wharfe and provides an interesting focal point. Continue reading Photos Burnsall – Yorkshire Dales
If you are thinking of a drink on the way to or from the races, jump too it. Bear in mind that you need to be well shod at the Three Horseshoes on the Horsefair at Boroughbridge (below). The Wetherby Steeplechase was in the bar at the Grantham Arms (the painting not he race itself).
Ure river of choice must have been bridged on Ermine Street at a place conveniently called Boroughbridge. The Great North Road was a better name than the A1 but the A1(M) is a traffic jam waiting to happen (or is that the name of my horse at Wetherby?) Continue reading Off to Wetherby Races