Taken from Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, and embedded into a song, the words, “… a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance”, puts life into perspective. There is something reassuring about these words. And, I’ve come to trust there IS a time for everything.
I’ve learned to find my compass in nature. I’ve also come to a new relationship with my environment. I see it. I feel it. I experience it. I’ve come to realise, winter in Perth is green. The rains bring colour in the wake of the scorching summer. There is nothing barren about a West Australian winter. It is lush.
Early this morning walking was irresistible. Cold, even a touch frosty, the air was crisp and clean. The grass underfoot, soft but crunchy. Being among the tall gum trees, I was in the land of giants. The minutiae in nature is something I cannot see with the naked eye. I sense it. I zoom in, take the picture, and see it later. It is instinctive.
It is the first time I’ve been home for more than a week in over two years. I am thoroughly enjoying the freedom this brings. Indoors, the nesting continues with unpacking, and discarding, donating to charity. Outdoors, my stride is long, and the urge to take a few more steps is a special indulgence each day.
The birds are a delight in the morning. They are playful and energetic and thoroughly focused on having fun. The ducks skim the icy water and ski across, skidding to a halt halfway across the lake. The Australian shelduck is a newcomer. I found him on higher ground yesterday where he stood without moving for over an hour, surveying the lake below. He then joined his partner on the top of the fallen tree. Today, he has ventured to the edge, hoping to blend in, like me. The Eurasian coots ignored him as he stood, stock still. Some 3o feet up in the gum trees, the honeyeater has caught the first rays of sun. And, on the ground below, frost has gilded grass, weeds and tiny daisies, the size of a yellow lentil.
Walking through the park this morning confirmed for me. The time to weep and mourn are a distant memory. The time to laugh and dance is here again.
Until next time,
a dawn bird