Posts Tagged ‘trail’

Nature Beckoning

Sitting here on my handy netbook, with facebook, twitter, therealsydney (good blog) and news.com.au opened up in different tabs, I look out the window of the library and think about the last time I revelled in the natural outdoors. I believe it was in the year 2003, I was walking alone in the dark, looking for a place to start again…

Alright so it wasn’t that long ago, and I just ripped off the lyrics from “Once Upon a Broken Heart” by the Beau Sisters.

Nevertheless it has been a while since I went outside just to enjoy nature. Sure I played some outdoor sport last week, but there is a difference between a soccer field, all cut and marked with lines, to the fresh air of a park, or local lake/reserve.

The last time I saw an animal was yesterday; if you include insects as animals! I was eyeing a cricket as it scuttled around a bench. My heart was beating quickly, with anticipation for when it would jump. It doesn’t take much more than a cricket jumping to scare me. Ok, so minus any insect encounters, the last animal I played with would be my friend’s gorgeous dog (a Groodle) called Tess, and that was over a month ago.

The photograph above was taken 1.5 years ago in my local area. I used to go for walks with my friend (we still occasionally do this). We visited the graceful swans and their brood and one day we came back and they were all grown up!

It’s time I get back out there and spend a good hour or so outside, as often as possible. It is so easy to get sucked into the computer, especially as a blogger and net surfer!

When was the last time you interacted with nature?


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– This photograph was taken on a winter vacation somewhere in the country or mountains. I love the crisp, fresh air of the country/mountains and it has been months since I’ve spent time in such an open space, as you would have read here will read about soon.

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Dreams float on clouds.

~ I took this picture a few years ago while I was watching the sun rise. I love the way the clouds seem to be chasing each other. Hopefully I will get my camera out soon and take lots of pictures this/next week!

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I love this song and the lyrics as performed by Celtic Woman.

Even though it speaks of the Isle of Inisfree, if you substitute this Isle with a place far away that you love and miss; it could easily be your song.

I’ve met some folks
Who say that I’m a dreamer
And I’ve no doubt
There’s truth in what they say
But sure a body’s bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away

And precious things
Are dreams unto an exile
They take him o’er
The land across the sea
Especially when it happens he’s an exile
From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree

And when the moonlight
Peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city
Wondrous though it be
I scarcly feel its wonder or laughter
I’m once again back home in Inisfree

I wonder o’er green hills
Through dreamy valleys
And find a peace
No other land would know
I hear the birds make
music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing
As they flow

And then into a humble shack I wander–
My dear old home–
And tenderly behold
The folks I love
Around the turf fire gathered
On bended knee
Their rosary is told

But dreams don’t last
Though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I’m back
To stern reality
But though they pave
The footways here with gold dust
I still would choose
My Isle of Inisfree

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Are you embarrassed by your younger self?

Think back to a few years ago. Even yourself a few days ago.

Most of us tend to reflect on moments that happened recently, a year ago and even longer, that got us red in the face and perhaps left an emotional scar that keeps in our memory.

But this post isn’t about those moments. It is about the things we’ve done that have been left forgotten, and more specifically those words and pictures we’ve produced in one form or another. Things such as a letter written to a friend many years back, a birthday card we forgot to send, a secret diary we kept to ourselves, a musical score we composed when we first discovered how to play an instrument, the artwork we painted in primary school, the essay we wrote in grade 12 and the photograph we took that we thought was so arty and different.

Although it can be embarrassing to encounter our ‘old-self’ in these trinkets and treasures, I mainly feel sentimental while re-living the memories that brought these objects into being.

Above is one of my favourite childhood drawings. Tigger was my favourite character from ‘Winnie the Pooh’ and I had quite a few different soft toys from the Disney store (before it shut down- I used to love that place!).

I wonder what I’ll be thinking about myself now in ten to fifteen years.

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