I've been writing a lot lately but in a book so it felt odd to all of a sudden be here again with a keyboard and a year and a half since I last shared thoughts on the WWW. I don't think anyone actually reads my blog-posts but I find great joy in reading these spontaneous bursts of words when I do and thus I am potentially writing for myself.
I moved back to Brisbane last year in October so it has almost been a year in the city that educated me on a number of fronts. I love this city and it's so wonderful to be here for many reasons. I have old friends, familiar environments, arts and culture, the river, it's not too busy and not too quiet, there is life and light and it's close to lots of different forests and a few delicious beaches too. I still can't drive and the opportunity to go to the forests has been far and few between but when someone kindly invites me to join them my heart almost explodes with excitement.
Earlier this year I went to Lamington National Part with a friend and it was just magical!
We didn't do a long hike but each step was like I was given an extra year of life because being surrounded by the greenery, fresh water and sounds of birds makes me feel so refreshed, invigorated and vibrant. The same friend also took me to Cedar Creek in Samford on a really hot Summers day. Again the joy that emanated from my cells was like drinking water when really thirsty. Yesterday I had another joyous experience hence me writing today. I should in fact be marking essays or looking at my upcoming assignments but the day so shifted my being that I was inspired to write about it.
A new friend (whose birthday it was) and I left around 7am for the drive down to the Currumbin Hinterland as we were excitedly heading to the Springbrook Mt. Cougal walk. The drive itself was quite beautiful with splashes of green and creeks passing us by frequently. I think we were both so eager to get out of the city so everything looked enticing - the grass was already greener through our rose coloured lenses. Upon arrival my legs were so ready to do whatever the path dictated that I exerted far too much energy on the initial steep start...so much so that I ripped a couple of holes in my tights (note to self was don't wear tights on a bush-walk - there's a reason why hiking pants are made of more durable material). Holes and all I couldn't care - I was breathing in the sweet aroma des plants and listening to the seductive music of the forest - nothing could kill my jam!
The views were absolutely delightful and we were both humbled by the majestic land before us. To think that it was once an active volcano lava filled and explosive and now just a haven for trees and plants of all shapes and sizes. Mt Warning waved willingly at us on one side and on the other was David Freeman's Organic Farm. The different shades of green were tantalising on the eyes and the clouds shifted and changed the art piece according to their will. We flirted with different trees and Liam even climbed up a fig that had successfully killed it's host leaving a hollow centre that entices the climber to leave the safety of the earth and head for higher pastures.
I moved back to Brisbane last year in October so it has almost been a year in the city that educated me on a number of fronts. I love this city and it's so wonderful to be here for many reasons. I have old friends, familiar environments, arts and culture, the river, it's not too busy and not too quiet, there is life and light and it's close to lots of different forests and a few delicious beaches too. I still can't drive and the opportunity to go to the forests has been far and few between but when someone kindly invites me to join them my heart almost explodes with excitement.
Earlier this year I went to Lamington National Part with a friend and it was just magical!
We didn't do a long hike but each step was like I was given an extra year of life because being surrounded by the greenery, fresh water and sounds of birds makes me feel so refreshed, invigorated and vibrant. The same friend also took me to Cedar Creek in Samford on a really hot Summers day. Again the joy that emanated from my cells was like drinking water when really thirsty. Yesterday I had another joyous experience hence me writing today. I should in fact be marking essays or looking at my upcoming assignments but the day so shifted my being that I was inspired to write about it.
A new friend (whose birthday it was) and I left around 7am for the drive down to the Currumbin Hinterland as we were excitedly heading to the Springbrook Mt. Cougal walk. The drive itself was quite beautiful with splashes of green and creeks passing us by frequently. I think we were both so eager to get out of the city so everything looked enticing - the grass was already greener through our rose coloured lenses. Upon arrival my legs were so ready to do whatever the path dictated that I exerted far too much energy on the initial steep start...so much so that I ripped a couple of holes in my tights (note to self was don't wear tights on a bush-walk - there's a reason why hiking pants are made of more durable material). Holes and all I couldn't care - I was breathing in the sweet aroma des plants and listening to the seductive music of the forest - nothing could kill my jam!
The views were absolutely delightful and we were both humbled by the majestic land before us. To think that it was once an active volcano lava filled and explosive and now just a haven for trees and plants of all shapes and sizes. Mt Warning waved willingly at us on one side and on the other was David Freeman's Organic Farm. The different shades of green were tantalising on the eyes and the clouds shifted and changed the art piece according to their will. We flirted with different trees and Liam even climbed up a fig that had successfully killed it's host leaving a hollow centre that entices the climber to leave the safety of the earth and head for higher pastures.
We stopped and listened to the call of the birds, we admired the textures of the barks and for those 6 hours the Park was our playground and we were players spoilt for stimulation. The Xanthorrhoeas were enormous and the Giant Spear lilies created a tunnel that made us like hobbits. The intricate designs of the orchids and their ability to grow on rock were mesmerising and the red ants carrying the loot luscious. I rose in love over and over again and know that they (all the inhabitants of the park) too love me. We scrambled up a rock face and got lured into a cave filled with wonder and mysticism for it revealed the mysteries of life as we sat in the darkness and eventually started to see the light. We tripped over reeds and lost out footing a few time - each trip re-iterating the joy of being alive - awakening any slumbering cells and reminding them that their job is to thrive not just survive.
We philosophised and shared tales of life and love we sat in silence and stood in awe. We laughed and we sang we smiled and took deeper breathes that usual. We yelped with satisfaction and we gave thanks for the gift of the life force around us. Then with our cells polished and our skin lovingly caressed by the foliage we boarded out vehicle and set forth to the ocean for some salt and sand therapy. It was my first swim since winter wound us in her womb and the sea, as always, remembered just what points to press to release the tensions that lie deep within. She tickled my toes with the fine follicles of sand and she styled my hair with her magical elixir. The sun often works in cohoots with her and despite not being the middle of the day I was air dried and readied for the week to come.
On our drive home - we were transformed. We'd left Brisbane seeking and we arrived found.
Life should really be a walk in the Park!
