Showing posts with label native plants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label native plants. Show all posts

Friday, 6 November 2020

The Wild Nun: The Path of Illness

For a few short years I thought I knew the path I was walking. 

Now, that time of grace long gone, the way is not so clear. 

I keep walking anyway. 



Every now and then there appear bright spots in the gloom, gifts from Source that bloom into being, and my wellspring fills and then overflows. 

These blessed moments nourish my dark depths during spells of creative and spiritual drought, those unavoidable elements of the climate of chronic illness.
 
Waratahs in the mist


Words and images from my Instagram project @the_wild_nun

Friday, 3 April 2020

Beauty for Strange Times

A few weeks ago I felt a strong call to withdraw from social media and to turn within. I was looking forward to the pursuit of quiet, slowness, and inner work. 

Then the pandemic crisis escalated and many of us were forced into some form of isolation. Though social isolation is not unfamiliar to me (as I am sure is the case for many people who live with chronic illness or disability), it felt wrong to cut myself off from the world. As torn as I am about the value and healthiness of the internet, I can see that it’s performing an important social function in these uncertain times.

And paradoxically, now that I am actually forced to stay at home, I feel as if I’ve been called back into the world, and I’ve been paying all the more attention to beauty. I’ve been sharing quite a lot of photos on social media, of birds, and the moods of the mountains, as well as quotes and art and things I have made.

So I thought I’d leave some of those images here, as gifts for anyone who is online, looking for beauty, and some respite from the anxiety of these strange times.


The potent medicine of water: for calmness in turbulent times … and ducks!




Superb fairy wrens: a female; and a male growing into his adult feathers.




Beautiful morning skies.


Little garden beastie (an eastern water skink) making the most of the autumn sun.


A strange line in the clouds.


Mountains, and mountainous cloud formations.


It’s mushroom season!



A watery start to April.




Mountain devil in flower.


A satin bowerbird who was a little annoyed at me.


And cockatoos, looking smug as always.



Thursday, 20 September 2018

The Greatest Gift: A Poem

The Earth returns me to myself
By taking me out of myself

Bassian (Ground) Thrush (May)
Pied Currawong (May)
King Parrot (June)
Whipbird (June)
Eastern Spinebill (June)

Eastern Yellow Robin (June)


Superb Lyrebird (July)
White-browed Scrub-wren (August)

Heath Banksia


Hairpin Banksia






Laughing Kookaburra

Thursday, 23 August 2018

Winterlight

This week I am resting after being away from home for a couple of weeks, so I thought I would show you some of what I saw in that somewhat different place: the winterlight of afternoon, the intimations of spring as the wattle begins to flower, the small beauties of the bush; and the extraordinary book I have been very slowly rereading, trying to let its wisdom soak into my flesh so that I can begin to awaken to the sensuous world once more.

(Apologies for the quality of some of the photos. I didn’t have my camera with me, so all of these images were taken with my phone.)


The efflorescence of the hairpin banksia, Banksia spinulosa
Prickly Moses or juniper wattle, Acacia ulcifolia


Golden wattle, Acacia longifolia, breaking into bloom
Probably a species of boronia





The dried efflorescence and seed pods of the Old Man Banksia, Banksia serrata