A wintery weekend revisiting my inner child
A sleepy day at home in the wintery dry mountains
up and at em'
eating nuts with super sugary bits
super in the extreme sense
my teeth hurt a bit as the sweetness tests me
Eat a hearty brekky
fairly indiscriminate though quite paleo
paleo bread with eggs
Debate about the days happenings with mum
Jumpers and Jazz or home time
I vote home and that's what we do
I feel kind of guilty because I know it takes me and mum an effort to get out and socialise
We went walking through the bush
catching up on everything
Mum was yawning
'Are you tired?'
'No, I just feel relaxed. Nature has this affect on me.'
I wonder whether we are being re-balanced by the greater nervous system.
Once we hit crystal territory I went into hunting mode and found some lovely crystals
I kept some and left some behind
Mum wandered off into the tea tree maze of wallaby tracks as I fell into my old past time of treasure hunting
Studying the scattered quartz across the ground with a relaxed yet concentrated gaze and a knowing that I will spot some.
I only take what is being delivered by the Earth
Pushed up to the surface by rain, animals, uprooted trees, all washed clean by the melting morning frost
Left sitting upon the shelf of nature's shop
It is so nice to be fully absorbed in a process that only requires the myself and the surrounding environment
Hunting crystals evolved into wandering the dry swamp
I held a big cylindrical crystal in my hand
I stopped to wash it in a cool dark puddle in the swamp
The crystal remained cool in my hand slowly warming up in my soft grip
Winter rests the mind and body
the cold promotes a slow moving
fire seen through the eyes replenish the soul
grass dry and dam's deep and shallow
holes in the Earth start to show themselves
A hopeless worry knocks restlessly upon the doo
I am sleeping
I retreat into my warm cave to rest