Psychologists wait for ‘ah ha’ moments in therapy, when things start to make sense. So I thought I’d share my therapeutic encounters with you.
I’ve found mother and child stay together, as long as necessary for survival.
Wait long enough, tide and time will make rocks crumble.
When exploited, the earth bleeds red.
In the harsh Pilbara mining region, if you look hard enough, there is an oasis outside the door.
And in the red dust of the Goldfields, nuggets are found in the scrub.
A Wheatbelt sunset is more beautiful, when a solitary silhouette gives it perspective.
Wake early enough, the party has started with a festoon of pink galahs on gum trees.
In the Midwest, the white heron is always poised.
But the pelican can have an inelegant moment or three.
In Esperance, the solitary seek the sea, as friend.
Once past prime, a flower is still beautiful, when it hits the pavement.
When admonishment is necessary, the Willie Wagtail is never far away. 
If one’s lucky, the sea eagle may look you straight in the eye.
In those mindful moments, what I didn’t know then, I know now.
It is an undeniable truth. Nature has me in her grasp.
Until next time
a dawn bird
The words and images are just beautiful. Little pieces of Zen.
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Thank you so much! I love those still moments when it all comes together.
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