I love the word inspire. Each year, it brings new meaning. No longer passive, I seek each day. I can write when I see, feel, hear or sense something. It’s a daily awakening. A daily reminder. I am alive.
To share the images below with you brings a level of discomfort. They were always there. I just never saw them. Importantly, and sadly, I did not seek them. I did not seek to use my senses mindfully.
Every day I look beyond what I see. A tree, is no longer a tree. A flower is no longer, just beautiful. A fallen leaf, is more than debris. A bird is more than feathers and song. My strides are shorter and slower. I inhale and exhale more deeply. I hear small sounds amid din. A moment lasts longer.
This year, inspire has been synonymous with stillness. It has been moments when I waited to hear ‘the other voice’.
So I’ll share with you what I’ve found in those moments of dialogue.
A clump of cowslip orchids, found unexpectedly, in debris.
Manna acacia blooming below a canopy of gum trees.
A spider orchid, dancer like, posturing mid-furl.
An emu in the wild, caught mid-stride, long neck perfectly curled.
The tiny inland thorn bill with yolk egg feathers, singing for mate, in spring.
A Willy Wagtail, with bling in her wing.
Sunset in an autumn leaf.
Pink ballerina tutus in shrubs, just below the trees.
Ballgowns draped on shrubs, more beautiful than found on any red carpet.
A trio of pristine white cornettes.
A gift from and for the sea, left on shore by someone unknown. But it spoke to, and, for me.
May you seek and find a moment today.
Until next time
As always
a dawn bird
A Shared Space 
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