I was a different person in early childhood, yet in many ways, I remain the same.
I listened. I observed. I must have done it well. Friends and family know me for my silence and invisibility. Not finding a place under their sun of accomplishments, I searched and found my own. So I share this space with you on what life has taught me.
Driving through the Midwest, I realised, why settle for a bunch of flowers when I can have a paddock. I’m always amazed to find pink in tough, mining towns. On reflection, given the volatility of the industry and profession, perhaps it is Nature’s way to symbolize hope. Every time I return from a trip, a neglected garden reminds me, it will continue to bloom, with or without my presence. A helpful reminder for ego, so I take notes.There are no words to describe finding one’s first enamel orchid along a bush track but I’ll try. They look shiny and plastic. The crick in the neck from the double take was worth it! They are breathtakingly beautiful.
Likewise discovering that shaggy bush in Esperance, turns into a gorgeous waterfall acacia came as a surprise like no other one spring.If one summons enough courage to visit Lesueur National Park early mornings, when there is no one else there but Nature, the drawcard is easy to see.
I found ‘kebabs’ of flowers there, too, so the gnawing hunger pangs make me return again and again.Pom poms along bush tracks brings out the inner cheerleader, I never knew resided in me.There’s infinite joy when a small bird allows you to keep it company.In a still moment, unadorned simplicity, is where Nature does it best.There’s a certain beauty to waiting before bloom. (I wish I knew this in my youth).Rice crackers are found on the beach, if you look for them hungrily.The sand dunes are not an obstruction between me and the ocean.They are made from tiny shells and quartz. Each piece infinitesimal and exquisite.A pesky weed is beautiful too.
These are things I didn’t know then, but do now. The thought makes me blush with shame.
So look past my ignorance.
I’ll be back once I’ve found focus and share life, as I know it, through my lens again.
Until next time
a dawn bird