Sally has written since childhood, looking with Alice in Wonderland delight at the world unfolding. It was a road unfollowed as a career but time and tide have placed me on a shore where I can pick up my quill and begin.
For a moment there was light enough to see a smudge of sky beyond. The softness, the greyness of cloud but the light of the city, of cars, of cranes, of towering office buildings glare it out.
So the grasp, the reach of nature fades and I, and we, lose touch with the rhythm of day, of seasons, of self.
Interconnectedness is lost and the bright artificial library light returns the focus to self. The world outside disappears. I will find it later in the evening rustle and the cricket song of my garden, where again, I can hear the world’s soul sing.
Maria is a primary school teacher and art specialist, who spends most of her time connecting everyday life to art. Maria also has a particular interest in teaching children the benefits of resilience through mindfulness, a journey she herself continues to aspire to.
His great big frame was at the window instructing Mum to pass me through, over the stainless steel kitchen sink and out into his arms. This was highly unusual behaviour for Dad. He was always too busy working on the farm to bother to stop for a random reason. And this was indeed random! A moment of wonder, fascination and sincerity.
Dad gathered me in his arms and whispered to be ‘very quiet’. His great body seemed to glide as lightly as a cloud across the clear blue sky. We arrived at an abandoned log that had been dragged up from the river with the intention of being used for firewood when winter settled in. Dad crouched down gently still holding me in his arms...to then point and with big kind eyes and a heart-warming smile he gestured towards the reason for the excitement; a tiny newborn grey baby bunny. It was one of the most exciting and gentle moments I had ever shared with my powerful dad. I looked up and asked ‘Can I keep it?’ But I already knew the answer. I could have a calf as a pet but never a rabbit. But it is one of my ‘pet’ childhood memories.
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