Moving higher
Changes perspective
Problems dissolve
Evolving into sweat beads that run down my back
The conversation of those below falls away as I climb faster, higher
Arriving sooner, a brief moment of peace and tranquility
Alas, the beauty of this place draws others, even this early in the day
A noisy group chatters over the rocks and scree to my left
Time to leave
Quietly I bless my body for bringing me here
Creating the easy energy that moves me whenever and wherever I need it to
I never take these things for granted
Especially at moments like these when I am high
Metaphorically and physically, spiritually
The world spread out below
I climb while I can
Because one day perhaps I won’t be able to go
I climb because one day
I’ll be stuck below
*God hep me when that day comes though because I’ll be a frustrated human indeed.
I’m over at the coast for a few days of hiking up mountains and swimming in the still chilly surf (invigorating!)and walking along the cliffs to Yaroomba each day
Such a beautiful area, but after four days of wall to wall humans (school holidays here) I’m more than ready to go home to my dogs and long peaceful walks where I don’t run into anything louder than a roo as it races down a fence line.
I’ve been pretty slack with my blogging of late. My routine has been thrown out with travels and adventures and then catch ups on work when I get home. Quieter days are coming though
As is Spring
Finally
A couple of photos in this post from the last few days, hopefully it will carry a few of you with me higher, if you are one of those who is stuck below
Simply gorgeous!
Thankyou Luisa, it was a lovely way to start the day 😊
🙏🌺🙏
so the world is round
Hahaha indeed
When you can’t climb anymore, those opening sentiments are kind of similar to flying in a plane – just after take off, when the world below gets smaller and smaller, and we rise above the cauldron that is everyday life…
Perspective is everything – sometimes, when feeling a bit overwhelmed in the moment, I send my mind upwards, like a bird – 🦅 – the higher and further I send it, the less I matter, which of course is the case.
Looks like a peaceful place to gain new perspectives.
There are so many places like this in the area. I’m enjoying discovering them all and then revisiting them.
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Wow, that climb is so worth it for that view. So beautiful.
Thanks Pooja, yes definitely worth it 😊
My pleasure.
Beautiful views from Mt Nindery. Enjoy the climb while you can 🙂 My worn-out knees struggle to make it up a 25-degree incline. But it’s okay. Each season of life comes with its own joys and challenges.
I think that is exactly the case Rosaliene, perhaps when I finally am made to sit still, I might actually get a book or two finished .
Stunning how similar those overlook photos look to the state of Virginia.
It’s funny isn’t it Jeff – we think Australia should look very different from France or Britain or America but the thing is there are plenty of overlaps in scenery depending on where you are in the country. The wildlife is certainly different though.
Do beautiful 😍
lovely; it is always good to experience a high; I get it from nature when I’m walking alongside the ocean at Silver Sands 🙂
Nature is my only high these days John, and it’s the best one I think.
Stunning photos, Kate, and what a wonderful place to live near. I love the one by the waterfalls and rocks, but of course, sad for the young boy who lost his life there. Your poem is perfect for these surroundings. How fantastic to be able to climb as you do. Naturally, being a wheelchair user, it’s out of the question for me, but I felt almost as though I was on that mountain with you from the images and your descriptions. Thanks for taking me along with you. Xx 😊💕
Perfect Ellie, and that’s exactly why I wrote the poem. Because we can melancholy for lives lost and the passage of time, or we can climb whilst we can and send a blessing to those who either Ho longer can through age or infirmity or like yourself, because they are ground bound. I’m glad you enjoyed the trip Xxox
Beautiful. 😊 This reminded me of the scripture, “He makes my feet like hinds feet and sets me on high places.” (Habakkuk 3:19)
That is a lovely thought, thanks for sharing.