Feast or famine

via Daily Prompt: Partake

Life is a feast.  Yes, a cliche we have heard many a time.  What does it really mean?  For me, it is how one looks and experiences life.  It is how you partake in it that one can regard it as feast, or famine.

When necessary, some professionals will delve into people’s early childhood to search for ‘thinking’ seeds that were sown early.  The search guides their understanding and practice.  This makes sense.  Yes, it is how people perceive things that is always more interesting because it shapes who they become.  My early thinking was shaped by a strong work ethic by parents, nothing in life is handed on a silver platter.  I know I resented my strict upbringing.  It seemed so unfair when my parents had the means to indulge us.

As my book takes shape, my reflections of early childhood are changing.  The skeletons are not rattling, they are dancing to the beat of the keyboard.  I’ve come to realize my family history is populated with interesting people who saw the world, their way.  I know my life history is enriched by them being in it.

I’m not quite sure when my perceptions started to change.  Perhaps they were dormant for a while, perhaps, not, but I do recall myself as a child who viewed the world with wonder.  And, when the world I lived in had jagged edges, I created my own world of fairies, goblins and magical things in the garden, thanks to Enid Blyton.  It is not what I did that made the difference.  It was knowing when to make a difference.

Not much has changed from early childhood.  I continue to see life as a feast filled with opportunities and wonder.  Perhaps the next two photographs will illustrate this point.

Way up north in Kooljaman, Cape Leveque, about 200 kms north of Broome I woke to a  warm morning.  It is a beautiful place of untouched rugged beauty.  I walked around the grounds where I was staying, taking in all the sights, sounds and perfume of frangipani.  The bird life was prolific.

DSCN6306.jpgI stood under the canopy.  I knew I could choose to be either frustrated or excited at what I could hear but not see.

DSCN6360.jpgYou can imagine my excitement to catch this fleeting moment, high up in the tree!

What I experienced in that moment, was a sense of satiety.  I had feasted on a moment.  I was hungry for nothing else.  It made my day complete.

Yes, I choose to live life …. feasting.  The choice is simple when put into practice.

Where ever you are may you, too, be guided by choice.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

 

 

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