Insidiousity

Is it beautiful or ugly, or so ugly that beauty is all that could remain? DSC_0037 The creeping vines of the plant wrap tiny fronds of their substance around and around and around the stalks of the other plants, slowly thickening in their numbers and increasingly tightening their hold. The insane flowers burst out of numerous buds, so overt in their colours, showing a blatantly unfragrant disrespect for any simplicity. It pervades, it creeps, it crawls. You can not avoid being mesmerised by it as it strangles its hold. What is this part of nature? Is this not alien, foreign, malignant to our natural world? This cancer, this intriguing growth that stops for no soul on its path? But this plant is Nature herself, being that which she was created to be. Our pristine, sanitised, perfect version of our world is so askew from the complex reality. Nature kills, tortures and maims… leaving broken hearts, suffering and pain. Death wipes out life after life, with no empathy or conciliation for what is left behind. Even the birth of a child rips and tears flesh away. What is this part of our nature within which we seem destined to remain? DSC_0047   the perils of wondering around the backyard with a camera…

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The Little Yogi

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Yogi B Bear looking a bit like I do after a good meditation

I’ve noticed when I come out of a good meditation that the world is a little sharper.

Sound waves travel with a more crisp note and light seems to dazzle every little particle it touches.

I have no interest in speaking or hearing words, they just drain me and fill me with an energy so different to what I’m feeling.

I’m just content being. Watching. Feeling. Using my senses and letting my mind sit, slowly chewing just one thing at a time.

It’s nice.

But it passes. I always seem to go back to my mind full of thoughts and wants and quarrels and worries and… ughh, exhaustion!

I love my post-meditation mind. I love seeing the world through it.

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In my work, I’ve spent time playing and learning with children on the Autism Spectrum. It’s always been such a joy connecting with each child.

There seems to be this unspoken awareness that has to be tapped into in order to meet the child where they are at.

Then something really special happens.

It reminds me of my post-meditation mind, but the child on the Spectrum seems to be the Master of this state of mind, and the child is always pulling my “monkey mind” back into line!

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‘Watch as the light hits that piece of glass. Just watch,’ silently instructs the child.

There are audible words being thrown behind the sense of sight; loud and quiet, clear and abstract, angry and kind.

‘But just watch. How beautiful is the sight of light making it’s touch seen?’

The sound of words just seem so insignificant in comparison.

The child is completely present in the moment, inviting me to witness it too.

There are nine shelves at the local library offering theories and advice on how to do this and millions sit in frustration every day, striving to attain this meditative state of mind.

To be present. To watch. To see the beauty of the world, just one moment at a time.

And here is this beautiful child, doing exactly that, yet we only see the problems that this causes.

We’re so quick to view Disability as a cause for pity or tragedy, but Disability is also, quite simply, diversity.

Diversity is good. Diversity makes our society strong. Diversity makes life interesting.

I celebrate all the little yogis with an Autism Spectrum Disorder I have met in this world!

Thank you to each child for the wonderful lessons you have shared. You are valuable, beautiful, important and unique.

Bless the day you were born.

Being on ‘The Lands’

I revisited The Lands in the Central Australian Desert for work last year and made a collation of clips and photos using my iPad. I thought it would be a good choice for my first ever blogging attempt considering how this place has forged its way into my heart.

 

The joys of driving in the desert... barren dusty road on the trip out, raging flood waters a couple of hours later.
The joys of driving in the desert… half of a barren dusty road turns into raging floodwaters within a couple of hours.

The Lands are a special part of Australia rarely frequented by people other than those who are living or working there. Occasionally there will be a grey nomad in a Prado or an ill-equipped backpacker in a soon to be wrecked Sedan, but it is not unusual to sit for hours by the dirt road and see no sign of human life besides the tracks left from the vehicles that went before you.

 

The only metal structures for a couple of hundred kms are, for future reference, not an ideal place to take shelter during a huge lightening storm in the desert...
The only metal structures for a couple of hundred kms are, for future reference, not an ideal place to take shelter during a huge lightning storm in the desert…
Rubber wheels and seatbelt... later found out on Google that this would've been a better choice!
Rubber wheels and seatbelt… later found out on Google that this would’ve been a better choice!

 

There is a resonance on The Lands that comes from the earth and the sky, through the wrath of a dusty wind and then its cool gentle stillness supported by the coarsely silken ochre sand. Your soul can not help but sink deeply into itself. Spectacular and strong, simultaneously abundant and barren, The Lands has everything contained within its immense breadth and power, with utter contradiction and clarity. Coming from the city to be on The Lands is to make a journey into God Herself, whether you want to or not! Even the most hard hearted are struck down with a depth of awe by this place.

 

 

I respectfully acknowledge the traditional owners and custodians of The Lands and am grateful for the permission which was given for me to live and work in this special place. This is often a tag-on sentence written or said to be politically correct, and I admit that I do like to be PC, but I absolutely mean this with my appreciation, respect and gratitude.

 

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and FYI- the music to the video clip is ‘Badimo’ by Xavier Rudd from the album Koonyum Sun- not a musician from this area, but a common soundtrack for many a long, contemplative and bumpy troopy ride!

 

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