Nature’s jewellery

via Daily Prompt: Encrusted

As a child the word encrusted would conjure up imagery of jewels in a crown or perhaps, sequins on a garment.  I am still child-like.

The word encrusted now conjures up Nature’s jewellery.

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At Cable Beach in beautiful Broome, you’ll find me in an area that has a scatter of rocks.  It’s a magic place at sunset when viewed from afar.  It is a magical place at dawn.

DSCN7401The rocks covered with barnacles.

DSCN7398And there are sea creatures, just as encrusted.

DSCN7793I always visit this slab of rock.  It is jewel like with barnacles.

DSCN7426So enthralled by it for several visits, I failed to see one just beyond, and closer to the sea.

DSCN7417There is life in tiny crevices.  The ibis knows this.

DSCN7562So does the heron that walks with intent.  While the seagull photo bombs, also with intent.

DSCN7513Above the roar of waves, I can hear the crunch of footsteps on a shell encrusted beach.

DSCN7431And, amid the noise and beach clutter, the tiny sand plover takes a moment to stand still.

Like me.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

 

 

 

 

Faith

via Daily Prompt: Constant

For those who do not believe, this post may be difficult for them to understand or appreciate what faith means to someone who does. I don’t judge them.  I hope the feeling is reciprocated.

I have not raised my children to be church going.  I decided to live my faith instead, so they experience it.

Faith is a constant motif in my life.  It is my compass.  My guiding hand.  My comfort.  It brings me joy.

I believe whatever has happened and continues to happen in my life, is a mere piece of a complex mosaic.  It may look distorted to some, and at times, to me.  I don’t know what the Artist’s vision is, but I delight in each fragment that will complete the whole.

DSCN7145There are times my wings are tattered and I can barely hold on.  These are not challenging times.  They are just reminders, at times like this, faith renews my wings.

DSCN8202.jpgAnd it does.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

 

 

Encounters

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I was driving between Dongara and Geraldton in the Midwest and from the highway at 110km/hr I glanced at the pasture on my left.  Among a large flock of sheep, I saw a lamb aglow in the setting sun.  I could not pull over fast enough.  It was several hundred metres away but I was able to zoom in.  I didn’t see the bird until I uploaded the picture to the bigger computer screen.  At that time I thought some encounters are serendipitous.  I’ve come to believe all encounters have the same impact if we see them as such.

There have been many people who have come into my life and continue to do so on a daily basis.  Sometimes, they give me more than I give them.  In the end, life looks after the score sheet.  One person is worth remembering today.

I was an undergraduate student.  It was a busy time with work, study and children.  I had a major essay due and submission deadline was looming.  I worked through the night.  As was my style, I always had more references than I needed.  I always wanted to read wider and present a better argument.  After all, that is what is expected of a student who aimed for a place in the postgraduate program.  I never lost sight of that goal.  I came across an article about a man who wrote about his life and experiences of the mental health system in the US.  He came from a well established family in New York and although he had a successful business he yearned for something else.  He became a vegan and started looking more closely at the tenets of different religions to find meaning.  The shift in this New Yorker was unsettling for his parents.  They committed him to be evaluated by mental health professionals.  He ended up undergoing the most draconian ‘therapy’ for years.  It should have destroyed his spirit.  He came out, a warrior.

I did not sleep that night.  I could not.  I noticed his contact address was not affiliated with any university even though the article was in a peer reviewed journal.  I called international directory and got his phone number.  I had to talk to him.  It was 4 am in Perth.  The children were asleep.  The home was silent except for the sound of my breathing.  I dialled his number.  It did not ring but went to his “hello” immediately.  I fumbled for words as I tried to tell him who I was and why I called.  He listened patiently.  We spoke for over an hour.  It was the start of a wonderful friendship.

My friend taught me about love, tolerance and understanding.  Although he never married or had children, he valued all of those things.  He helped me value what was in my life and more importantly, what wasn’t in my life at that time.  He introduced me to the work of Joseph Campbell (among others) and it helped me let go of what I wanted and accept what I had.  What I had was an opportunity.  I had the opportunity to educate myself.  So I did.

He also taught me outrage was an appropriate response when people, governments, situations cross the line of human dignity.  Yes, outrage!  The quote of Edmund Burke “The only good thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing” was one that guided my spirit every day.  Yes, outrage is a necessary part of change.  I completed my postgraduate degree in a controversial area of study.  Outrage, fuelled me.  Years later I met my friend face to face.  He was in the audience when I presented the findings of my thesis.  I realised in that moment, there is no better feeling, than an audience of one.

There is a difference between outrage and anger.  Anger destroys the spirit.  Outrage is a change agent.

I want to live in a world that is outraged.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

 

 

 

‘Billabonging’

The task for the week was a simple one but proved really difficult for me.  There were no rules.  Writers were given license to tell lies, break rules, make up words.  They were asked to create in the moment.  Instant writer’s block!  So the facilitator gave us the opening line … “I leave this by your ear for when you wake …”.  Using my senses, immediately centred me.

I sat with my fellow companions in silence while we took the words in, then stepped away for a few moments, at one with all around me.  Far away in the outback, I wrote a poem for my children, the opening lines ….

DSCN8619“I leave this by your ear for when you wake,

DSCN8654The footfall of blue dragonflies, on a lily carpet”

DSCN8609I am home now.  The rainbow lorikeets are in the tree, screeching.  The beautiful sounds of the currawong, echoing.  The flapping sounds of big winged birds as they head for the lake, above me.  The musical fluted call of the Willie Wagtail, outside my window.

DSCN8563I hear them with my eyes closed.

A mindful moment.

And, in that moment, I see the billabong again.  The lily pads.

DSCN8590The big winged raptors in the trees.

DSCN8695The jacana.  Oh! what big feet for a delicate, elegant bird!

DSCN8701The white faced heron, silent and poised.

Yes, I’m home.

‘Billabonging’ to the sights and sounds of the Kimberley.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

 

 

 

 

Today, an angel visited me

via Daily Prompt: Courage

 

 

 

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It was a tough two days.  The lead up to it, even tougher.

For the first time in many years, I had an Alfie ‘what’s it all about’ moment.  I could hardly wait to get to the sanctuary of home to indulge in this thought.

At the airport someone called my name.  It was someone I knew many years ago.  She was on her way to see her daughter who was at boarding school.  “Boarding school?”,  I asked incredulously.

“Yes”, she smiled.  Her eyes welled up.  She thanked me softly.  “What you gave me is hope.  She can live a normal life.  You gave me courage to see this.  Our paths were meant to cross”, she tells me.

Little did she know, when we said goodbye, it was a fair exchange.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

 

 

 

Silvereye …

On a recent regional trip, I had two days of solid work.  I retreated to my hotel room in the 30 minute lunch breaks, closed the curtains and shut out the world.

There was no ‘me’ time at the end of the day either.  I had reports to complete and wanted to stay on target.  I limped over the line with the promise of two hours in the bush in the morning before my flight home.

I went to bed restless.  I could hard wait for morning.  I woke at 4 am and thought it was too early for my neighbour to be having a shower, then realised, it was raining.  How is this even possible!  Two glorious days of sunshine and now steady rain.  For a split second I felt cheated.  I then remembered, small birds, like children, love puddles.  By 5 am I showered and packed.  I wanted to spend as long as I could in the bush, then headed out to it.

Although there is a variety of scrub, silvereye seem to prefer a small stretch of bush land in this area.  And, of course, it has to be in the most awkward place, on a blind bend.  On a miserable day I thought I was alone at the lake but was soon joined by two fisherman who were patient with me while I took a picture, this, of course, being country courtesy.  (Can you see the small black and white bird in the scrub?)

DSCN8575Silvereye are tiny birds.  They weigh around 10 grams.  To find one feeding, oh! the joy!

DSCN8574I parked my car and walked to them.  Soon the flock relaxed in my company.  Some sitting on bare branches.  This little one, still holding an insect.

DSCN8705One allowed me to inch closer.  The puddle, just across from it, proving irresistible.

DSCN8677On the ground, they bunny hop.  I caught this one mid-hop.

DSCN8691I’m pretty sure the look of surprise on my face, was just as comical.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

Valentine’s day

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It’s Valentine’s Day and I wanted to share this beautiful quote for you to reflect on.

“Come live in my heart and pay no rent.” Samuel Lover

It captures everything that love means to me.

Love is generosity of spirit.

Love is kind.

Love is sharing.

Love is the offer of sanctuary.

Love is accommodating.

Love is nurturing.

Love is compassionate.

Love is inviting.

Love is welcoming.

Love is healing.

Love is also the unconditional offer of one’s spirit to another.

Finally, contrary to what the ‘love’ industry promotes.  You don’t need a significant other.

You can be single and still experience love.

That’s the best and most amazing part of it.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

 

Coming of age

via Daily Prompt: Lecture

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My fondest memory of my mother is standing by her side while she dressed for special occasions.  The space between her and myself, is where I came of age.

My mother’s dresser had three large mirrors so she could view her profile.  She never walked away from it until she was satisfied.  A light touch of make up, jewellery, (always real jewellery), her hair a low chignon.  Her back was straight, her shoulders relaxed.  A light spray of perfume.  She was ready for the world.  With one final look, she would say with conviction, “make-up should enhance, not detract”.  I would watch her walk out the door in awe.

The message of my mother’s lecture still makes sense.

Would a plain cockatoo look as spectacular?

Until next time,

As always,

a dawn bird

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Memory, the gift left behind

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I dislike shopping.  I find wandering around shops to buy a gift, is a chore.  It brings out the judgemental critic in me!  Why are people buying all that mass produced cr*p!

There are some gifts I love to give, and receive.  I remember one of those gifts today, because he gave me, the sea.

Then there are others, the ones I find when I rummage through memory.  Precious fragments.  Time has not destroyed the tangibility.

I recall several years ago he was offered a job that took him across to the other side of the world.  I drove 400 km one weekend to meet him for breakfast by the sea.  After breakfast, with the surf drowning our voices, I gave him a huge box in the car park.  He held it in his hands watching the wind toss the big, red satin bow from one side to the other.  He was overcome with emotion and said, “No one’s done this for me before”.  I urged him to open it, eager for him to see what I had seen three weeks earlier.

Sitting atop a high shelf in a gift shop was a teddy bear with intense, brown eyes.  I carefully set aside every other bear to reach him.  When I turned around I found the shopkeeper watching me with some annoyance.  I laughed apologetically and said, “I’m sorry, but I think the bear chose me”.

I took the bear home and hand made wool trousers in herringbone, bought a ‘premmie’ sized shirt and knitted a tiny, thin black tie with bamboo skewers (oh! the pain!).  I bought a tiny diamond stud for his ear.  The bear became a replica of my friend, as he was when he was interviewed for the job.

My friend opened the box.  He was speechless.  He placed the box down.  He hugged me for the longest time. Eighteen months later he was killed in an accident.  He was 43.

A week later I phoned his sister.  We talked for hours despite it being our first conversation.  I shared with her my friendship with her brother, and our passion for writing.  The 4 am coffees.  The arguments over the choice of words.  Toblerone left on the table silently, in a gesture of peace.  Red carnations on the doorstep when I wasn’t home.

Then I told her about the gift I gave him and the process that led up to it.

His sister started to cry.  She told me I had not bought the gift for him, but for her.  It was her source of comfort during a period of immeasurable grief.

We were both living in different Hemispheres.  She was holding the bear when I phoned.

I’m more convinced today than yesterday … give from your heart and not your wallet.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

Monks, do it …

via Daily Prompt: Simplify

Simplify!  The buzz word of modern living.  Declutter!  Organize!  Oh! the irony!  One cannot “simplify” it would seem, without action.

For me, simplify is doing what monks do.  There is enough science behind the philosophy not to practice it for health and well-being.

Every day I seek a solitary, still moment.  It centres me.  It fits in with my faith belief.  I am in a chapel, a church, a sacred place, when I’m out with nothing but camera for company.

Photography has a seductive power.  It can zoom in and fade all else out of sight.  There is an intimacy inherent in that moment, when nothing else, absolutely nothing else, is important.  Just subject and me.  Yes, I have found a way to simplify my life.

DSC_0413.jpgI take roads less travelled.

DSC_0447.jpgI seek illumination in trees.

DSCN4145.jpgI find life where there should be none.

DSCN8692.jpgAnd find a blade of grass, is worth my scrutiny.

Until next time

As always,

a dawn bird

 

 

Bewildered

via Daily Prompt: Bewildered

It is early morning.  There is no one in the Lair.  Well, maybe not!

DSCN8386.jpgBreathe in.  Breathe out.  My senses now acute.

DSCN8411.jpgThere is someone having breakfast above me.  I move my lens away from the remnants cast aside carelessly.

DSCN8401.jpgOn the other side, the rhythmic thump on dry leaves tells me there’s a grey kangaroo in there.  Somewhere.

DSCN8403I close my eyes.  I hear the sea in the Marri tree tops.  This, in deep Wheatbelt country.

DSCN8398The tops are crowned with flowers, with some blossoms hanging low, like fruit of the vine.

DSCN8460And, that’s when I saw her.  She looked bewildered at my presence.DSCN8421.jpgBut not as bewildered as me, to find a shiny bauble in this bush country.DSCN8436

Until next time,

As always,

a dawn bird

 

 

 

Lessons from a seagull

One of my all time favourite books is Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach.  Bach achieved the impossible.  He gave humans wings.

The book changed my perspective and, importantly, helped me understand the trajectory of my life.  I return to the book repeatedly, every time finding deeper meaning than before.  Oh! the power of words!

“Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you.  All they show is limitation.  Look with your understanding.  Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.”

Yes, Bach gave me wings.

I know where there is water, there are seagulls.  So I seek them.  Some may regard seagulls as pests.  Vermin, even.  Not me!

I started photographing seagulls some years ago and realised they were a perfect subject for mindfulness.  I saw them for what they were in the moment.

DSCN9132Calm.

DSCN8885.jpgFocused.

DSCN9002.jpgJoyful.

DSCN8916.jpgPhotobombers!

DSCN9134.jpgIndifferent.

DSCN8993.jpgBrave.

Seagulls have taught me to sit with the thought.  Sit with the emotion.  Try and understand.  The operative word is, understand.

Understanding has many layers and one does not have to dig deep to strike the mother lode of facts.  When you do, beyond what the eye sees are incidental gains, important ones, of compassion, humility, wisdom.  But one has to first learn how to dig, trawl, and then sift.  (Any postgraduate student will attest to this).

I’ve learned when travelling along ‘information highways’, and when seated in coffee shops too, ‘clicking’, ‘chatting’, snippets of benign conversation may give information.  It is easy for people to ‘analyze’ it, consider it out of context and then spout their unsolicited ‘expertise’ as fact, worse still, knowledge.  It is like someone calling themselves an artist, after completing a connect-the-dots exercise.

There is nothing more frustrating than talking to someone who knows it all.  If you have raised teens, this will resonate with you!  But despite the angst (of parent and child), it is a critical time of social development.  It can be navigated carefully.  My father did this successfully.

I recall my father saying, “Be careful of people who know it all.  They have a closed mind.”  To some this may seem a paradox.  It did to me.  It also made me stop and think.

My father knew me well.  Always a learner, a closed mind to me was death.

So I continue learning, a willing student, available and accessible, receptive to all  teachers.  Seagulls, too.

This.  Is.  Living.

Now I must fly.

Until next time,

As always,

a dawn bird

 

 

 

Posedion, god of the sea

via Daily Prompt: Creature

At sunset, I parked my car and walked towards the ocean.  A gust of wind lifted the sail.

DSC_0995.jpgBreathtaking!

DSC_0026.jpgHe steadied himself, then walked down the stairs.  His dreadlocks streaming behind him, like kelp.

The wind was strong.  It was what he wanted.  Encased, his muscles quivered with anticipation.

DSC_0033.jpgHe faced the ocean.  This, Poseidon.

Without a backward glance, he let the waves take him away.

I stood alone.  The wind wailed with me.

In his element, no longer of land, he became a creature of the sea.

Until next time,

As always,

a dawn bird