Sharing a morning walk -18 February 2021 Yesterday, I wandered with my camera, and came across a number of sights I felt to be worth sharing, some old, some new. Come with me amongst the trees, along paths we have created through these trees, in a forested wild garden for which we have the privilege … Continue reading Pausing amongst trees …
“Other-handed-ness”, as in “on the one hand ‘this’, and on the other hand ‘that’”, in a world where ’this’ and ‘that’ co-exist, but are often cast as opposites, "other-handed-ness", as in 'on the one hand this is awful', while 'on the other hand that is awe-full', and the two can co-exist, along with so many … Continue reading On “on-the-other-handed-ness”
Awe and wonder in the morning light. The morning light is the awe and wonder. It invites one to see and savoir things seen yesterday from a different perspective, from a fresh awareness of other dimensions, added to by finding joy in doing so. There is a ‘multiplier effect’, as that memory prompts me to … Continue reading Awe and Wonder, Morning Light
I am fascinated by the range of thoughts and feelings experienced during this period of ‘stay-at-home’ isolation, a consequence of the Covid-19 Pandemic. Most frequently we have reflected on how fortunate we are to be isolated on a five acre rural property, with a forest in which to wander and still be at home, enjoying … Continue reading Reflections during Covid-19 self-isolation: June 2020
Winter morning, early. To the east, the sun shines low through the forest transformed by last night’s rain droplets on leaves A thousand prisms glinting, sparkling, twinkling welcoming me Into this day
I love the music of Ralph Vaughan Williams, and have done so for most of my life. His music seems to resonate with what lies deeply within, almost as if I hear it in my bone marrow. His music seems to appear on occasions where I would not have expected it but find it has … Continue reading Vaughan Williams and Me
On the train home from a day with a dying mother; 26/04/2005 My mother lived in Sydney and at the time was emerging from a serious illness. Her doctors had told us she does not have long to go. April 2005 I am on the train, going home from a day with my dying mother, which … Continue reading Rose Petals, Music and Connectedness
January 2020: I am revisiting this piece from 2001 as a result of a whole new perspective given to these three Buddhas by the second of our three sons, who helped us choose items of significance or treasures to pack in our car, in readiness for evacuation should a bushfire threaten our property, a log … Continue reading A “Three Buddha Farewell” Revisited.
Thoughts arising as we pass through a Bushfire Emergency on the South Coast of NSW, January 2020: I see around me people who are overwhelmed and overwrought, dissipating their energy on things that are beyond their control, blaming others, generating anger which they spray on others, catastrophising and immobilising themselves and at times those around … Continue reading Advice to self: action I can take
Birthday Recollection I wrote this short piece on the birth anniversary of my mother, Betty Gorrie, June 26th 2018. She would have been 104.