Lost in reverie …

The morning was warm,
the breeze soft
Beyond the back door, the garden
where I walked happily
when I caught a glimpse of him
in reverie …

Karijini National Park, Pilbara region, Western Australia

He was tall as a tree
and just as strong
with roots that ran deep,
under my fingertips
his skin ridged and rough
entwined, his hands gnarled,
unlike mine
above ground
his eyes crinkled in sun, in smile
his veins blue, his blood earthy red
amid the midnight rustle,
the softest whisper, come closer
so on the bough I laid my head

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Thursday – Backdoor

Living with intent

“Be happy for this moment.  This moment is your life.” Omar Khayyam

This is one of my favourite quotes.  I wake to this philosophy, never more than I am doing right now.

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Sunrise, Jurien Bay, Western Australia

In the forest and scrub, where wild orchids grow, to my delightDSCN9990.jpg
Wild orchid, Esperance, Western Australia

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Main street, Dongara, Western Australia

At the inlet, tidal dry, where the white heron pauses elegantlyDSCN9101.jpgPort Denison, Western Australia

In those moments, I know this life is just a moment, and that moment, was my life.
May you find your moments today, to live your best life.

Until next time, as always

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Tuesday: Intent

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The day I wore cranky pants …

Life has been a whirlpool over the last few weeks.  I’m coming up for air before heading off to the Goldfields, and then, three more trips before the end of the month.

In the last ten days I’ve spent nearly a whole week in the south west.  It was a busy time but I found some time to relax and take things easier when my day was done.  But, the trip did not start and end as well.

Unfortunately, I did something I have never done before in all the hundreds of trips I’ve undertaken.  I had forgotten to send in my travel request so I arrived in Busselton and found I had no accommodation booked.  The folks at the hotel were kind enough to give me a room while the admin lady sorted that out payment with the agency.  In Bunbury, the agency could not get the usual hotel and I had to stay in one I hadn’t stayed in for years.  I was looking forward to it as it is more upmarket with better amenities and the perfect end to a busy few days. I thought fortune had smiled on me.  Not so!

I got there later in the evening only to find new management had taken over.  The girl at the desk insisted I give her details of my home and email addresses.  Firstly, she didn’t need it.  The agency booked me in.  Secondly, my details are suppressed on the electoral roll.  I don’t give out my home address.  I tried to explain the situation to her.  She was adamant and I grew impatient.  I told her tersely, we both had a choice before us.  Either I check in, or I take my business elsewhere.  I checked in without giving my personal details.

Then I had to park in the underground car park where turning and bays were tight and each time my car beeped a warning, I grew more anxious.  I could only see private bays so I phoned her and then she tells me, I needed to park in a special bay that was unmarked but of a specific colour, to indicate it belonged to the hotel.  Of course!  I muttered under my breath.  I was supposed to know this!  I squeezed into the bay and went up the elevator wearing my best cranky pants.  With all the scrapes along the wall, I could see other cars had difficulty negotiating the tight space, too.  In the few seconds it took me to go upstairs, I reasoned with myself, I needed time out before I said anything to the Receptionist, after all she was just doing her job and probably new to it as well.  So I drove to Australind, a few kms out of Bunbury where I knew my spirit would be calmed.thumb_IMG_4358_1024I love this spot in Australind.  It is the perfect foreground to Bunbury.  The wetlands has a lot of waterbirds.  It is beautiful at sunset.thumb_IMG_4364_1024.jpgI watched folks taking time out.  So I picked up on their cue and stayed longer.  By the time I got back to Bunbury, I had forgotten how irritable I had been.

That night I reflected on my emotions and found there was an underlying reason beyond the hotel situation that riled me up.  I dislike underground car parks and I have a good reason why I don’t want people to know where I live.  The trigger is a post in the making for the last year.  I’ll get there one of these days.thumb_IMG_4372_1024I’m now home for a few hours before flying out.  This morning I walked in the garden, coffee in hand, to the sound of birds.  The lorikeets, the magpie larks, the wattlebirds, the crows, the magpies, the occasional laugh of the kookaburra, the swish of the wings of waterbirds heading to the lake.  I also found the pink crepe myrtle is in full bloom, a lovely bouquet reaching to the sky.  A beautiful surprise, blooming in one corner of my garden, just for me.

I’m home, although only for a few hours, but happy to be in this space, (and, without cranky pants!).

Hope you are in a happy space too.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird


Check this out!

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My work consists of making sense of what I see and what I hear.  Photography has fine tuned my skills in an unexpected way.  It helps me stay in the moment.  Once uploaded, I reflect.

My style of working with people has evolved and moving more towards what I trained in recently.  I attended a very useful professional development event and took part in an exercise.  The exercise was a simple one for a complex problem.  It resembled something a magician would do where the routine would go, “Think of a number ….” and the magician comes up with the right answer at the end of it.  This had a twist.  One person thought of the problem and the other did not know what it was.  By the end of the routine, through the right line of questioning, the person with the problem had solved it on their own.  That’s the hallmark of a good therapist. 

My father went to university but not my mother.  They did not travel the world.  But they had wisdom that is still relevant.  One of their favourite sayings, “a little bit of knowledge, is a dangerous thing”, is something I find useful every day.  My children’s father had something similar to say during my early years at university, “If you are going to work with people, know your stuff!”  It is advice I pass on to our son.  In a world of information (and misinformation), I always find it useful to ask people, “What do you think is happening?”  It defines the map of their journey taken and the one we will take together.

Unless you are trained in what to look for, looking in is subjective and ill-informed.  Without knowing history, one can misread social cues and behaviour.  As Thomas Szasz puts it, “… there is only biography and autobiography”.

A good listener, knows this.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

Memory of a mother


It is almost impossible for me to see a rose and it not trigger a memory of my mother.  She loved them.  She often tucked a rosebud in her chignon.  I don’t recall vases of flowers indoors.  My mother preferred wearing them.

As June is a month of celebration in memory of my parents’ respective birth anniversary, I thought I’d share my mother’s advice.

Be hospitable to all those who grace your home
Share like you have plenty to give
Be generous in thought and the practice will be easy
Smile even when you are hurting
Revenge is best left off the menu
Work hard for yourself, harder for those less fortunate
Say your prayers every day
Being rude says more about you, than the issue
Always wear clean underwear
Always sleep on clean sheets
Never go to bed angry
Pure silk and pearls never go out of fashion
Immodesty is not sexy
Pay your own way
Be a good in-law
Friendship is precious

Oddly enough I was never close to my mother.  Although beloved by all who knew her, her gift to them was her warmth and accessibility.  The child in me found her unattainable.

Always her silent student, her values continue to resonate with me.  Perhaps, therein lies the legacy.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

Today, an angel visited me

via Daily Prompt: Courage





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