Early Sunday morning, coffee in hand, I listened to the rain in the dark. Although winter has some special moments, I couldn’t help but smile to see it was getting lighter, earlier. Spring is on the way.
On a recent trip to Esperance it was cold, too cold, to do much else other than stay indoors and warm. I decided to do what I did years ago and went into the cyclical pattern of work, back to hotel to write reports, work again. One and a half days of this and I was exhausted. Something was missing in my life. I went for a massage after work at the end of the second day. The young Chinese girl worked hard at my poor “too tight muscles”.
The next morning the sun shone for a short while. I dressed and went to Esperance Bay to catch daybreak. Half an hour outdoors, and I was myself again.
I watched the sun rise beyond my favourite seat on the Bay. As day broke, I noticed the few days of storm surge had muddied the Bay, but did not steal the beauty. Although I love this sculpture, I’m always disappointed, someone did not have the foresight to position this in a better place. No matter which way you photograph it, there is always something that should not be in the background. Beauty, misplaced.But not at Woody Lake. I found a wild clematis (I think) vine starting its journey across shrubs. Yes, spring!And among the grass, scores of tiny yellow rumped thornbill, too quick, except for one.
I learned during this trip. I’ve become accustomed to the mindfulness moments. My body and mind needs this to function effectively.
And when I’m home, reflecting on these moments, does the same for me.
Until next time
a dawn bird