“Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes” is a quote by Carl Jung that resonates with me.
As I wrote in the previous post, as a child I merely looked through a window at a world that was and may have been. I did not really experience it. I do now.
While bush walking there is much to see, hear, smell, taste and touch. It makes one alert to the sensory experience of being in the natural world.
Although this is big country with magnificent landscape, I’ve learnt to look for small things too. So I’ll share some with you.I found a cluster of bell-like gum nuts at my feet. Although they will not bloom like other similar blossoms, their beauty is more accessible, close up. This is how it is meant to be, for some.I look for solitary things in nature. Things that should belong together, but somehow fall away. Their beauty is undiminished, in isolation. For some, it takes effort to believe in this but when they do, the rewards are endless.I prefer not to touch an object before I photograph it. I feel I need to respect the space where the object has come to rest. It was there for a reason. Things happen for a reason. It is something I’ve come to respect about life, too.During this walk, I followed a trail of clover. It was a delicate wreath that wound itself around a massive rock. The dichotomy of strength and fragility, written in simple lines. And, yes, they can co-exist, each not detracting beauty from the other.I know now, even green leaves fall away and come to rest until they disintegrate in the wind. This is their journey, not mine. The moment shared was finite. So is life.Some are plain, beige, but sparkle best, when it rains. I’ve come to learn some people rise to their adversity, and can land softly, among rocks.Some fade with a kaleidoscope explosion of colour. The message is clear. I was here once.While others, are golden, among green. They signal season. A time for everything, and everything, in time.
This is my time.
Until next time
a dawn bird