I write as a mother, wife, woman, Australian,
Christo-Catholic, Zen Taoist, seeker of beauty,
worker for peace, teacher, idealist, beachcomber
and curious wanderer.
My winter walk today was extra poignant
as I face an operation tomorrow and i have a sense of vulnerability
going through a general anaesethic and the risks involved at my age.
I especially enjoyed the crunch of the autumn leaves under foot
the crispy crunch of the maples
the sleeky softer crinch of the elms
and then silence underfoot once in the bush
where footfall is absorbed by soft mulshy leaves
as if I am not there
making it easier to disappear into the environment.
I found the beauty of the light overwhelmingly stunning,
the tickling sound of the creek,
the birdsong and scratch of the bush turkey.
I observed and marvelled at the beauty of nature around me.
I especially loved the tiny toadstools growing out of the mossy trunk
and sighting young orchids growing from the tree trunk.
And I am very gratiful that I could walk into the bush
and that I have my special pocket of bush for escape.
