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A Reminder of a Priceless Treasure

Further to last night and my post “A Time for Silence”…..

After completing my post, I wandered off to have a browse at what was on the television. I felt rather “brainless” and needed something to amuse me, without having to concentrate, before I turned in for the night.

At first flick through the TV channels I found nothing entertaining at all. Surely there must be something worth watching on the fifty-million channels available?

Fox Classics was the big winner. How did I mange to miss this, during the first flick through?

I had missed the beginning of “The Sound of Music”, but that’s okay. Hadn’t I seen this movie enough times during my life to know where I was up to in the story line?

With my body constantly breaking out in goose-bumps, I sailed along on my cloud of reminiscing, recalling most of my favourite songs from the movie; “Edelweiss”, “Climb Ev’ry Mountain”, “The Lonely Goatherd”, “My Favourite Things”, “So Long, Farewell” and of course, the movies signature song, “The Sound of Music”.

As the wedding scene began, I instantly recalled that Maria walks down the aisle of the abbey, to marry her beloved Gaylord, (played by the dashing Christopher Plumber), to the song, “Maria”. I remembered the post I wrote here last year, in July, noting that my own daughter, Emma, reminded me so much of Maria in “The Sound of Music” (played by Julie Andrews).

At the time, I gave the post the title of “Miss Seventeen”. Emma is now eighteen, is definitely still my “Maria” and still makes my heart dance and sing, every day!

If you would like to read the post, you can do so here….

As I re-read the words I had written about my daughter less than twelve months ago, it became evident to me that she has matured. Oh, for sure, she is still my “Wild Child”, but my girl is learning new lessons of life, every day.

It seems like only yesterday, when she was just fifteen years old and I worried myself to a frazzle over her. Wanting to protect her, I tried to hold her down, just a teeny-weeny bit.

She announced to me one day, with the most solemn look on her face, that she knew I was only trying to protect her, but she wanted to make her own mistakes.

How could I argue with her? They were the very same words I had spoken to my own mother, as a teenager!

Emma reminded me that it is impossible to live someone else’s life for them. You can only ever live your own life.

So here we are, three years down the track from that most memorable of conversations. There are still times when I worry myself to a frazzle over my beautiful girl, but what else can I do? I’m her mother!!!

Emma is living her own life and learning from her own mistakes. She has grown in maturity since July last year and she is happy; oh, she is very happy!

Some things remain the same, though. Her bedroom is consistently messy, there are times when she is far too outspoken for words and as I write this post, late at night, she is not at home.

My Moonbeam is still sparkling, still shining her light of individualism and still making choices full of wisdom far beyond her years.

And as for me, I just keep on loving my Moonbeam, just as I have every day of her life, and since her conception.

How appropriate that my need for silence and watching an old movie has reminded me of how much I treasure one of my life’s greatest gifts ~ My daughter, Emma. 🙂

Australia

Visiting Point Danger, With Eyes Wide Open

Colours of Light

“Keeping my eyes wide open, I will show gratitude for all of the Everyday Inspirations I find in my life, recording their appearance to me in my Gratitude Diary.”

I wrote the above quoted words myself, on January 6, 2011, in my post “My Year for Freedom and Gratitude”. Little did I realise, as I wrote these words less than three weeks ago, just how closed my eyes had been.

For here, virtually right on my door step, is a veritable Touch of Paradise.

(Note ~ Run the mouse over each photo and click on it, to enlarge.)

Breaking Waves

Oh, for sure, I always knew it was there. The trouble is, I have been taking it for granted.

I Love Her Far Horizons

“Oft the colours are pitched so high
The deepest note is the cobalt sky…” ~ The Colours of Light, Dorothea Mackellar.

Point Danger lookout is situated right on the border of the two states of Queensland and New South Wales, with the border line running straight through the Captain Cook Memorial Lighthouse.

Captain Cook Memorial Lighthouse

The lighthouse itself stands 45 metres above sea level, or 146 feet.

This “Slice of Heaven on Earth” would be no more than fifteen minutes drive from where I live.

My first series of photographs were taken late yesterday afternoon. Although these pictures were all rather stunning, I figured the morning light would produce a far superior result, as Point Danger is located on the eastern side of Australia.

Crystals on the Ocean

The weather this morning was spectacular, with not a cloud in the sky. The salty-air wind howled around my ears as I walked around the lookout, taking photo after breathtaking photo, while the foamy white of the waves crashed into the rocks below.

These photos do not do the area justice. The colours surrounding me were magical. The bluest of blue skies, the greenness of the Southern Pacific Ocean, progressively darkening as the waters deepened and the ocean swelling and crashing in cascades of white bubbles against the rocks and along the shoreline of Duranbah Beach.

Duranbah Beach

In certain places, the sun glistened like shiny little crystals dotted across the ocean’s surface.

As I headed back to where I had parked my car this morning I came across a little fellow who my son had spotted yesterday afternoon, lazing on an embankment of rocks on the cliff face, probably 20 feet below us.

My attempts to photograph him yesterday had produced the result of a mound of brown rocks; he had camouflaged himself so well!

This morning, however, there he was as large as life, sunning himself on the grass beside the pathway, posing beautifully for a photo! After our photo shoot, he headed back to the safety of his rocky embankment.

Eastern Water Dragon

I’m confident in identifying my little model as an Eastern Water Dragon.

To say that I have reached an epiphany would be an understatement. I need to get out more; to explore my home area, my Touch of Paradise, with my eyes wide open and all of my six, (yes six!), senses, completely in tune to my surroundings.

And all of my discoveries will be written of, with accompanying photographs, right here. 🙂

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An Ideas Kind of Man

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This morning I had a visitor. Two visitors, actually.

Time spent with my beautiful eldest daughter is always time well spent. She’s a ray of sunshine in my day, always has been, right from the very day she was born.

She brought with her today “The Man in Her Life”. This is the man who possesses magical powers, having swept my daughter completely off her feet over five years ago, and they have lived happily together ever since.

My daughter’s head has never been easily turned. But she knows what she wants. And she got what she wanted….and so did he!

My daughter’s man values his privacy, so for the sake of today’s exercise, I’ll call him, umm…Bill.

You know when Bill has entered the room, he’s like a whirlwind. And he disappears without ceremony. No long goodbyes for this man! By the time the dust has settled and the swirling leaves have fallen to the ground, he’s vanished.

The value of Bill is in the brief time he spends with you, in the room! The electric currents running through his brain simply bounce off the walls and, if your mind is receptive, it won’t be long before your own mind is buzzing, right along with his.

Bill has presence. He has charisma. And most importantly, he has good instincts.

Many a time I have asked his advice on matters that I have been too close to, to be able to handle objectively. Without so much as a bat of an eyelid, Bill utters a sentence, leaving you with a whole new perspective on the matter at hand.

If I could find a way to bottle his natural ability to find solutions to every matter mentioned to him, we’d be rich, and the world would be a better place to live in.

He’s rarely moody. Nor does he take anything too seriously. Yet he is one of the most compassionate people I know.

Our conversation this morning has left me, yet again, with a million ideas running through my brain. Don’t ask me how the conversation started. I never know what it is that prompts any conversation with Bill. They just happen.

Bill says one thing; I reply, my daughter interjects; before long we seem to all be talking together, hearing every words spoken by each of us!

Momentum kicks in; one idea leads to the next. He leaves you with plenty to contemplate!

I do believe that everyone needs a “Bill” in their life; make that several “Bills”!

He’s an ideas person. What he says makes a whole lotta sense. He gets you thinking.

It occurred to me today that there are many internet based “Bills”; people with ideas, who offer inspiration, who start the ball rolling on any subject matter you care to choose from.

Pick an idea out of a hat. Look it up on the internet. There’ll be someone there talking about your idea, offering suggestions, helping you gain momentum to keep that ball rolling along.

If they’re a blogger, you can begin to interact. They give you ideas. Hopefully, you reciprocate.

You don’t steel their ideas; all it may take is a simple sentence, which leads you to an idea, which progresses to another thought, then another.

Unknowingly, your friend on the other side of the world has brought new meaning to your day.

The same applies to feelings. With so many uplifting websites around, there are some days when I simply do not have enough time to get to them all!

I value my online friends, the “Bills” who inspire my days so often without even realising they have done so.

And I am grateful for my in the flesh Bill, the one who makes my daughters world a wonderful place, who she happily shares with her family. 🙂

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On Being Alone, Without Being Lonely

“If you make friends with yourself you will never be alone.” ~ Maxwell Maltz.

The universe, in its infinite wisdom, has handed me, (on a silver platter!) the opportunity to have some time alone, at home, without leaving me so much as a vehicle in which to venture forth into the big, wide open expanse of the world.

Alone for three, maybe even four days.

No family to run around after. They have gone away.

It was mentioned in passing, almost as an obligation, that I may accompany them, if I so wished. They already knew my answer.

But why did they even bother asking, I wondered?

Let me consider for just a moment, which would I prefer? ~

  • Four days, baking on a beach, watching a surf carnival in the searing heat, sleeping in a communal room with maybe fifty other people (make that mostly noisy children and complete strangers!) on a camping air-bed, no electricity and an outside garden hose for a shower….OR
  • Time at home, alone, with my comfortable, familiar bed, and all modern conveniences?

You would be forgiven at this point if you are considering the possibility that I have absolutely no sense of adventure whatsoever. The truth of the matter is this ~

In the summertime, as people are flocking to the beach by the million, I favour the indoor life. The garden is my limit. I’m not, nor ever have been, a summertime beach-goer.

I prefer the beach during the winter!

If you are to believe the above quote from the author of the book “Psycho-Cybernetics”, Maxwell Maltz, (and I do!), I have made friends with myself.

I am not lonely, being alone, however I do have a problem.

What is one to do, when one’s list of what one would like to do when spending time in one’s own company, would cover a ten kilometre linear strip?

During this morning’s perusal of articles on the internet, I discovered an article of interest, written by a minimalist, who suggests writing a list of just the most important things you wish to accomplish.

If there are thirty things listed, halve it. Then cut it back some more, until there are just three items on the list.

Setting the task of accomplishing three tasks, one task at a time, is achievable.

The secret to achievement is to stay focussed on the task at hand. Do not become distracted by the phone, checking your emails or finding out what your friends are up to on Facebook.

I can do that. That’s the easy part.

However, how does one compact nearly twenty-six years of “want-to-do’s” into four days of alone time???

Old habits die hard and I am in danger of choosing firstly to vacuum the house and catch up on the ironing, however, I have resisted the temptation, whilst giving myself a well deserved pat on the back!

Three sub-headings seem appropriate….

Writing ~

1 – Work on a draft for all of the blog posts I have running around in my head. The words can be itemised into separate posts at a later date. Once the words are written, whilst uninterrupted, they are not left to memory, which can, at times, fail!

2 – Start up the new blog I have been toying with for a few weeks now, again drafting posts to be edited later.

Craft ~

1 – Finish the crochet project that my dear, departed Mum was working on over seventeen years ago. She would appreciate that!

2 – Finish the vivid blue scarf I began making for my daughter, two years ago. She would appreciate that!

3 – Work towards finishing some of the cross-stitch embroidery projects I have been working on for myself for, maybe, ten years. I would appreciate that!

Gardening ~

1 – Potter around the garden, removing any dratted weeds that have reared their heads during the recent weeks of rain.

2 – Prepare the ground for the new garden out the front, to run along the full length of the driveway and along the boundary between ourselves and our neighbour.

With three headings now prepared I will think no more. There is only so much one can fit into four days, even when one is alone!

(Photo credit for today goes to the unknown photographer who last summer took a photo of my surfie-son, alone on a board, face all zinced up, out in the Pacific Ocean somewhere. I have it on good authority that he was not too far from the shore!)

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Ultimate Freedom

Today’s post will be a quick one, basically to keep my commitment to NaBloPoMo and postaday2011.

Not that I have nothing to say…there is always something to say!

It is 8pm on Friday night as I write this. And I’m alone.

Not lonely; but alone.

I feel like a real grown up!

I’ve had the house to myself all day and will be alone all night as well. My family all have places to go and people to see.

This is the first night I have spent alone in the last…um…over twenty five years!

So this is big!

I’ll fill you in on the details tomorrow.

I’m savouring every single moment of this serenity.

For now, I’m going to make the dinner of my choice, watch the television shows of my choice, go to bed in my own good time and wake up tomorrow when I feel like it.

Oh, the freedom of it all! 🙂