She was elegant. Perched on one leg, grooming herself, and completely absorbed in her own ritual, she was oblivious or seemingly unconcerned about those of us watching her…she seemed no different than any woman preening before a special date.
Her feathers glistened in the morning sun, each one highlighted in stunning silvery white.
That she was all alone at the zoo seemed so sad.
While on the top level of a double decker bus recently, I had an unusual view of the world. Being so much higher than normal it altered my perception somewhat of the streets and buildings I passed. Having a view directly into second story windows gave me passing glimpses into many people’s homes and workspaces…While downstairs at street level is open to the public or carefully protected for privacy, the second story windows were generally wide open and offered a real glimpse into anonymous lives lived in a busy city. It made me wonder about who lived here and who looked out their window directly into tree leaves and city street scenes…
I think this has to be the most beautiful toilet facility I have ever entered. We had stopped to rest after a day’s walking, and had settled on a park bench in a large courtyard beside a church, in the busy central city. After people watching and drinking coffee for well over an hour, I started to look for a wee pee stop (as you do). I was stunned to be pointed in the direction of two doors leading down below the church. And once there…I was even more stunned. What an incredible, beautiful, peaceful, elegant, serene and contemplative space.
Sometimes you find beauty in unexpected places. Like public toilets.
I had to laugh. One of my son’s, upon flipping through all my photos from my recent trip made a sigh and commented that all I took photos of were “old buildings and trees”.
“That’s because I love them” I replied. I reflected on this later. He was correct of course… the bulk of my photos were of old buildings and city trees. This was despite being in the midst of a bustling cosmopolitan city with skyscrapers and modern city glitter and shine. It was the old façades and crumbling stone and timber buildings that gave the city heart.
This is what spoke to me. This is what I love. This is what I notice.
I have been thinking a lot recently – thinking about thoughts…About how our thoughts affect our feelings and then in turn how our emotions then affect our actions. I have also been thinking about how they are all linked and entwined. Each one seemingly reinforcing the others in how we think, feel and ultimately act.
Like many of us, especially those with a disposition toward creating, it seems, I can easily slip into quite negative thoughts about my creative endeavours which in turn affects my feelings about my art and ultimately my own self. This in turn then affects my actions…my thoughts and emotions sabotage my efforts to succeed…my actions can actually reinforce the negative thoughts and feelings..it can be a vicious negative cycle and hard to break out of.
These pages from my journal are a snap shot of some of my recent thoughts about this process from our thoughts to feelings through to our actions. I realised that I was in fact my own worst enemy. I realised my destructive thoughts were directly affecting my actions toward achieving my creative goals. The challenge now is to make change. Here is a snapshot of some of my thoughts expressed creatively on some of this…
The early evening just before dusk really turns to nightfall, when the sky seems to be a mix of the palest colours and the darkest clouds and when city lights glimmer and glisten in the water, but it isn’t really dark yet… this is my favourite time of day.
While continuing with the travel theme…the Sydney harbour area, its waters and the bridge (of course!) were found to be quite beautiful, especially in that magic moment when daylight turns to dark.
I came across this delightfully whimsical scene while visiting down-town Sydney recently. It completely enchanted me.
That’s what I love about walking around in new places…the anticipation, the joy of discovering something unexpected. That feeling of surprise and delight when you find something a wee bit special…such as this. It might be a marketing gimmick, a publicity stunt, a modern art display or street art. To Sydney’s urban dwellers it may not even register a second glance any more.
But I noticed. And I found a tiny, quite special, magical space. Just lovely.