A lightbulb moment

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Storm skies, Back Beach, Bunbury Western Australia

I know I’m too busy when I’m dying for a cuppa and I’ve run out of milk.  So it was on of those days when I popped into the local grocery store to buy some and I heard her voice.  I walked past her while she was talking to a younger woman.  It was the way she reached out and touched the woman’s arm that jogged my memory.  She was someone who had moved out of the neighbourhood some twenty years ago.  Our children went to the same school and were classmates.  My children always liked her because she was such a warm person.  I went up and politely interrupted her conversation saying, “are you X’s mum?”.  As she said yes she scanned her memory trying to figure out who I was.  “I’m XX’s mum”, I said.  Oh! the hugs and oh my goodnesses!

She tells me she has moved back to the neighbourhood alone.  I must have looked concerned, “Oh! don’t worry”, she adds quickly, “he didn’t die!”  We both laugh at the black humour.  She tells me her marriage of 40 years had ended.  The children had left home and have their own lives.  She had been a stay at home mother.  One day she realised her husband had not addressed her by her name in a decade.  It saddened her.  She called it quits.  They were just treading water.  She said wistfully, “I wish I had seen the light earlier”.

People stay in defunct relationships for different reasons.  Fear, often, is one of them.  The fear of being alone, of never finding someone else, losing financial security, the impact of divorce/separation on children and extended family, of upending the status quo that has taken years to create.  I can relate to all of this.  Leaving was not easy, especially when holding the hands of little children.  But despite the darkest clouds that hung around for years, there was a silver lining.

I found my faith grew stronger.  I no longer talked about it.  I lived it.  I found compassion for others I never knew I had.

The lens through which I viewed life was softer around the edges.  I found joy in small things every day.

I no longer wanted to change others.  I sought to change myself.   I found the more self-accepting I became, the more others accepted me for who I am.  I wish I had seen this light earlier.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Light

 

I see real people …

In the last few days I’ve worked between Kalgoorlie and Coolgardie.  For some this landscape is just bush and an ordinary, long drive.  Nothingness, even. thumb_IMG_0512_1024.jpg Given the gold rush history of these towns, and all that came before, this is vibrant landscape to me.thumb_IMG_E0513_1024.jpg
I had to stop road side as the mulla mulla bloomed bright.thumb_IMG_0515_1024
And when leaving the Goldfields, depending on my mood, I am saddened by the big, open cut gold mine that scars this landscape.  At other times, I am fascinated by the activity here.  On this trip, I had mixed emotions.

My schedule was busy, as it usually is, in these parts.  It is rare for people to cancel.  I walked across a still warm car park and past the bank of white flowers.  The perfume took me by surprise.  I stopped to adjust my luggage just so I could take another deep breath.  I walked into the terminal and was blasted by the aroma of pizza and beer.  There is a celebration just about every corner.  I had forgotten it was Melbourne Cup day, a horse race that stops a nation, but not me.  I was on the road between two historic mining towns.  I suddenly realised I had not eaten all day.  I had another three hours before getting home.  The crowd around the small bar/cafe too big for me to be served before my flight took off.  I had nothing else to do but distract myself.  This is no fancy lifestyle but it makes up in other ways.

I ended up getting a window seat at the back.  Not the best spot.  It is boozy back there.  A young, muscled, tattooed man sits in the middle seat.  He is polite and with a heavy accent, I strain to understand him as we settle down to being strangers again.  The plane is full and as the last stragglers get on board he erupts in greeting to someone down the aisle.  Turns out they will be seated together.  Fist pumps and mates, they share their journeys since they last worked together.  I try to distract my hunger by counting how many times his mate uses the f word and give up because he breathes it.  The young man seated at the end of my row is hilarious and I stifle my laughter as he yells out to another mate, a few rows down, “Hey! Princess!”  I could just see him as a young child in a classroom, a teacher’s nightmare!  His life is an open book and all those within earshot are welcomed to thumb through the pages.  With a recent break up behind him, his polite mate asks if he lives near his ex.  He responds, “as long as there’s a bank between us, it will be too close” and then roaring with laughter tempers this, “nah! it’s all good!”  I believe him, it’s all good.  There’s not a trace of malice or regret in response.

The plane landed with an almighty thud and to a roar of “FAAAARK!” shouted in unison.  These tough, hard working blokes were not impressed and I had to smile when someone was convinced the landing had fixed his dodgy knee surgery!  As we ready to disembark, I lean forward for my bag when I make eye contact with the young man at the end of my row.  His face is tanned red, his bushy beard is redder, his eyes brighter blue than a Goldfields sky.  For a brief moment he is subdued and in a quieter voice very politely says to me, “Sorry about the language mam, didn’t mean to disrespect.  I’m just a wanker!” I have mined gold vernacular!

I’m still smiling in the taxi, tired but happy, while I reflect on my trip.  My lifestyle is not a comfortable one.  It takes me out of my comfort zone.  It should tire me.  But it does not.  I’m usually more energised by my trip at the end, than when I leave home with anticipation.  Perhaps I have worked on this mindset of look, listen, feel, experience.  I believe this mindset has kept me fresh because, there are those special encounters I have in a professional setting, and, then there are others.

Yes, I see real people.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Jaded

To each, their own …

I woke this morning in Exmouth and felt a sense of elation.  I felt like my own self again.  Focused.  Enthusiastic.  Productive.  And, seeking joy.   It has taken exactly one month for me to feel 100% again.thumb_IMG_0481_1024.jpg
Sunrise, Exmouth Gulf, Exmouth, Western Australia
I found joy watching the sunrise and being early Saturday, Town Beach was deserted.DSCN9795.jpg
I had the whole beach to myself at 5 am.DSCN9787.jpg
I watched the tide recede and as it did, I rummaged through the debris.  I love these gifts of the sea.  thumb_IMG_0478_1024.jpg
I had time to drink champagne and laugh and not take life too seriously.thumb_IMG_0483_1024.jpg
Enjoy the fabulous surrounds of Ningaloo Reef Resort with a note to self, to return in 2020.  Not only is it a beautiful hotel, the staff are wonderful too.thumb_IMG_0486_1024.jpg
Delight in the perfection found in nature.thumb_IMG_0490_1024.jpg
It was too hot to drive to Turquoise Bay, so indoors with air con or leaving windows open for sea breeze, was the best idea.

Good food, good drinks, good company, an empty beach and a feeling that all is well.  That’s my idea of khushi (Hindi for happiness).

It’s a simple recipe, worth repeating.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Saturday – Cushy