Silvereye, Foxes Lair, Narrogin, Western Australia
It’s just after 6 am as I write. It is freezing cold in my clean but old motel room. The ceiling is high, the air con heater sluggish, it will be hours before the room warms. I’ll be gone by then.
Yesterday I finished work on time, drove into town, just a minute away, grabbed a cup of coffee and headed out to Foxes Lair. I barely had 20 minutes among the trees before it got too dark to be there on my own. It was all I needed. I was renewed. I am myself again.
I’ll drive home this morning listening to my favourite playlist. If the roadworks are more accessible by day, I may stop off at The Woolshed in the tiny farming town of Williams and see if they have a jumper or two that I may like. The quality of their merino wool garments is beautiful, light and warm. I have an afternoon at home to tidy up some work before I drive to the north east Wheatbelt tomorrow, around 300 km away, where I’ll spend the next few days. And then … a much needed break, in a warmer place. The thought, quickens my heart beat.
I’ve been able to survive the rigors of the last few weeks convinced in the knowledge, all days are not equal. Some days the load is lighter, and others, crushing. Yes, my shoulders sag at times but thankfully I’ve discovered ways and means to rejuvenate. A grove of trees, a strip of beach, even an empty paddock roadside, is all I need, to feel energised again. I reflected on this early morning and found, I don’t resent the load, but I do feel lost when I don’t have the opportunity during a work trip, to be in nature. I have professional supervision once a month but I feel my spirit needs ‘guidance’, ‘supervision’, every single day. Without it, I careen under the weight of lifestyle.
It has taken a long time to realise, it is okay for demands of the day to be uneven. It takes courage, to find core strength. One just needs to ride it out. I’d much rather have this, than a predictable lifestyle. When I think back to the years when Monday to Friday, 9-5, was my compass, was the way to the bank, I’m surprised that I survived. I guess, one never knows what one is missing out on, unless one has the courage to try it.
I woke up grateful this morning, I had the courage to be curious about what was around the corner, much like the tiny silvereye. It would have been a life un-lived, if I hadn’t.
May you find and enjoy your moment of gratitude, curiosity and courage, today.
Until next time
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge : Equal