Morning vs dawn

There was a time in my life when working full time, completing studies and raising little children on my own, was crushing my spirit.   Each day I’d wake and knew the work commitments were going to be the same as the day before and without any respite.  Had I known then it would be 13 years before I had a holiday, I would never have gotten out of bed.

On Sunday night I went to bed early.  The week ended with me driving many kms.  I take care of myself when I have to drive.  On Monday morning I ran through my schedule for the days ahead.  I snuggled deeper in bed or perhaps it was the weight of commitments that kept me there longer.  In the dark I sneaked a peek at the clock. thumb_IMG_4477_1024.jpgIt was pre-dawn. thumb_IMG_4478_1024.jpgI opened the blinds wider and was greeted by dawn over a sleeping town.

I felt blessed because I no longer wake to mornings.  I wake to dawn and therein lies a difference.  Mornings were part of schedule.  They came in rotation every 24 hours.  They were predictable.  They were busy.

Dawn is my muse.  I am creative and productive at dawn.  I look forward to dawn each day because I know it will be different.  Endless hours of therapy could not have awakened this in me.  It is something to be experienced in spirit, so I set off to experience this in Foxes Lair.DSCN8498.jpgI love the sound of my boots crunching on dirt tracks.  The sudden bounce of the shy kangaroo.  The sense of being alone but not lonely.  Birdsong in the tree canopy.DSCN8431.jpgTo me there is nothing more Wheatbelt that the sight of a pink galah in a gum tree.  This was a young one.DSCN8440.jpgIt was a fairy floss pink.DSCN8471.jpgFoxes Lair seemed like a bird nursery.  There were young ring neck parrots on the ground.DSCN8474.jpgThe little redcap parrot joined in.DSCN8482.jpgThe junior Western rosella was busy feasting on gumnuts before me.DSCN8493.jpgThen took it up on a tree to enjoy the rest of it.DSCN8510.jpgOnce it flew away I waited patiently in anticipation.  It returned in full view of me.  Pretty as a picture, don’t you think?

And this is how I started my day on Monday.

So who needs a holiday?  Not me!

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird


Breathe in, breathe out

I drove to Narrogin on a holiday weekend in poor weather.  The stress of it all left me exhausted when I got to my destination.  I ordered room service and by 7:30 pm I was snuggled warm in bed with a bowl of hot soup.  The next morning the winds howled and it poured more rain.  It was still dark at 7 am when I rugged up and went outdoors to move my car away from the tall gum trees that swayed precariously above.  I had a full clinic.  I thought the weather would keep folks indoors.  Everyone attended.

I finished worked after 5 pm and it was already dark.  The tension of travel and end of financial year, when bean counters are busy decision-making, I felt spent and needed renewal.  I admit to feeling a bit cheated.  I hadn’t taken any photographs.

With the rain and wind over the previous two days I did not dare risk going into Foxes Lair in case there was debris on the track.  The tracks are narrow and there is no space to turn and exit.  Entry by car is one way so I couldn’t risk being stranded.  My plan for the next day was to wake early, as usual, and try and head back to Perth earlier than my usual plans.

Those plans were scuttled.  The next morning I woke to pea-soup fog.

DSCN7207.jpgI watched sunrise from bed.  The sun appeared, a bleary eye, and then disappeared, like the town beneath it in the distance.  Oh! well!  I better pack and try and head off home cautiously, I thought.  I did just that.

Between my hotel and Foxes Lair, a distance of a few hundred metres, the temptation was too intense.  The fog had lifted and there was visibility.  I thought I’d risk it and headed into the bushland.  I needed the sights, the sounds and the smells of the Australian bush.  My happy place.DSCN7233.jpgI got out of my car to all that I wanted in that moment.DSCN7241I found colour and life.DSCN7216.jpgRefreshed by rain, the greens and greys of the bush were vivid.  I was greedy and gulped the pristine air.DSCN7219.jpgOn prostrate scrub there were splashes of white, pale pink and peach.DSCN7273.jpgAt the cusp of winter, a hint of spring.DSCN7267It’s difficult to see but this track sparkled like a carpet of a million diamonds.  I’ve never seen anything quite like it!DSCN7223.jpgI took it all in.  What falls away, makes it autumn.  Then comes spring.  So in life, too.DSCN7258.jpgDeep in thought I was startled by a rustle behind me.  I turned around and caught this mother kangaroo in mid hop.DSCN7249.jpgShe led her joey to feeding.  I was transfixed.DSCN7168.jpgThe joey was curious about me.DSCN7171.JPGOh! those eyes and beautiful velvet ears!DSCN7229.jpgThe red breasted robin hopped around me, then perched on a branch for a perfect picture.DSCN7231.jpgWhile Mrs red breasted robin watched his vanity.

After a chaotic few days, I was immersed in a world of sights and sounds that renewed me.

I felt like a ‘disney’ princess and experienced a moment of happily ever after.

In that moment I realised there is no smile more genuine or meaningful, than the one you share with your inner self.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird