My mother told me I was born to the sound of birdsong, so I wake each day to the same. I quarantine that time for myself until I share it with an unknown audience. This is my practice every day regardless of where I am in this large State.
My eyes are not always on the horizon. The horizon is only a horizon when framed by something else. It is changeable depending on the vista and perception. Life has taught me to focus on what is within my power to change. So my eyes focus on my feet where, when faced with crossroads, I make a choice which path I take.
Unlike my professional day, my personal day is uncharted so I start here at dawn. It is a place of integration. It is where I’m put together as one.
The morning is my chapel
A painted sky, the ceiling
birdsong for hymn so sweet
a raptor folds his wings to listen
under a tree canopy,
I practice silence
surrounded by sound
and in that stillness
I seek and find Thee.
A young boab tree, Roebuck Bay, Broome, Western AustraliaEsperance Bay, Esperance, Western AustraliaYoung bee catcher, Parry Creek, Wyndham, Western AustraliaGum trees, South West, Western AustraliaPurple enamel orchid, South West, Western Australia
My wish for you is that you find your own space where you create your day, too.
Until next time
a dawn bird