On Target

I set goals.  They anchor me.  Sometimes, several goals in a day.  Goal setting gives me purpose and makes me more productive.  Keeps me on target.

The last thing I do at night is set up my goals for the day.  It makes me wake with anticipation.

On the Fridays I am in Esperance, the last thing I do is check the time for the first light of day and sunrise.  I’m out of bed before this.

DSCN7407.jpgThis is Esperance Bay at first light.  The winter sun rises further left in the Eastern sky.  It spreads the softest light, before it rises.  Some people do this in life too.DSCN7410.jpgMy favourite spot to have my first coffee of the day is the end of the groyne.  Sometimes the dolphins visit to keep company.  DSCN7426.jpgI then head to West Beach to catch the glow of sunrise in the softest pinks, blues and greys.DSCN7436.jpgIf I meet my target for the day, I know I’ll find these folks too.  Nothing keeps them from catching a set, except maybe a shark warning.  Yes, maybe.DSCN7437.jpgSurfers seem to sense the potential in an opportunity and go for it even if it is a short ride.  They may not know this or see it as such, but each decision they make is a goal.  Enjoy the ride.DSCN7321.jpgAnd Woody Lake is where I sit and consolidate my day.  The solitude gives me vantage point.  It is where everything comes together in a moment of quiet.  My vision, enhanced with clarity.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird



I want it now!

via Daily Prompt: Patience

They say patience is a virtue.  In my youth I rebelled against this concept.  I wanted it (whatever ‘it’ was), and I wanted it now!  I stood at various platforms waiting for the train that never arrived.  Yes, in my haste to find it, I missed the journey.  (Sounds cliched, and it is intentionally so, because that’s how pedestrian life can be, unless you start to view it differently).

Surviving a major accident in my twenties, I scrambled through therapy to become functional again.  Yes, I had to get back to the platform, for that train, thinking it would get me Somewhere.

I am There. That place I yearned for in my youth and find, I often flip back the pages tracking back to Somewhere.

I now know.  Somewhere was always Here.

I’m not sure how I got Here.  Here, was where I always should have been.  How did I get here.  Well, let me track the journey.

I woke one day to find …

DSCN5416.jpgA snail will climb steadily until it reaches the tree top.  It’s all about pace!DSCN5432.jpgAny cut, words or blade, can leave ragged edges.DSCN5589.jpgI’ve found youth (mine!) and wisdom (my children’s!) can co-exist on the same branch of a tree!DSCN5445.jpgSometimes, you just have to stand still and allow the storm to pass, and it will, if your roots are strong.DSCN8141.jpgI’ve learned the solitary fisherman on the rocks who wets the line at dawn, has done this many times before.  He does it for the pleasure, not because he expects a bite.DSCN8199.jpgLikewise the surfer, as he strides out board under arm, to the open sea.DSCN9771.jpgThere he’ll sit, with like minded folk, waiting for that set to arrive.DSCN9784.jpgAnd when it does, he’ll take me with him on that magic carpet ride.  DSCN8190.jpgI found some mornings when the sea is muted, wild dolphins will weave their way through the calm and leave my knees weak with sheer delight of it all.DSCN5759.jpgI’ve found in small mining towns, when there’s not a soul to be seen at midday, even a kangaroo can stop by and crack open a can, to chill with you.DSCN8235.jpgAnd, if you don’t drink.  You can still see double.DSCN9721.jpgIn winter, when all else has faded away, a fig is vivid with colour.DSCN9158.jpgA beach is a beach.  It does not need a me and a you, to tell a story of romance.DSCN5993.jpgI don’t need to travel to Mallee country.  There are times when the ringneck will visit me to check out how I live.DSCN9591.jpgNo longer a lead foot.  I slow down and enjoy the curves that life throws up at me now and then.  I’ve learned those are moments, to see past the obstruction and see the forest, as it is meant to be.DSCN6047.jpgYes, I found patience.  It was always at my feet, in the Here and Now.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird