From the vantage point of having been to the same beach at this time of year for the past five years, I take the dirt road down to the shore. It’s rained extremely heavily during the past week and now wide expanses of silvery water lie across the paddocks. Deep puddles framed each side of the road but the middle is solid enough to drive along – slowly.
The car park is a maze of puddles so I park at the very edge. I’m eager to see what changes the winter storms have wrought on the shore line this year. Usually at this beach there is a wide stretch of sand with the ocean on one side and the shallow waters of a river that doesn’t quite reach the sea on the other.
In 2014 the river broke through to the sea during a wild storm. The water was shallow and it was easy to walk along the near side of the river.
Looking at my photos of the day I can still remember the calm, dream-like feeling that came over as I wandered along the river’s edge.
Within two weeks the river mouth had silted up again. It wasn’t until last year that the river broke through the sand bar again. Very shallow water flowed languidly over the sand.
Within a week the flow had all but ceased –
Yesterday when I arrived at the same vantage point I had trouble believing what I was seeing. Instead of gentle, dream-like mingling of river and ocean a raging torrent confronted me.
The water had carved a deep channel through the sand dunes. It was impossible to get down to the river’s edge for the water ate away at the base of a sand cliff that was at least two metres high.
Walking down to ocean shore line I looked across a wide expanse of surging water.
This wide new river flows so powerfully it is hard to imagine it ever returning to the landlocked backwater it was just a few short months ago. Perhaps the lonely stretch of sand on the far side will remain beyond reach of human foot prints. Mother Nature fights back!
Linked to https://bopaula.wordpress.com/2017/09/07/thursdays-special-pick-a-word-in-september-y2/ I picked the word ‘vantage’ as the theme for this post.
Flowers are flowers, mountains are mountains, I sit here, you stand there, and the world goes on from eternity to eternity, this is the suchness of things.” – D.T. Suzuki
I sit here, you stand there.
Someone posted a photo of you on Facebook. I see that, like me, you have aged. Somehow I never thought you would. In my mind I see your eyes as clear as the day they first locked onto mine.
I sit here, you stand there.
My response to my On the Road prompt a heart as clear as water
An image on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai caught my attention. Chevrefeuille has offered it as a haiku prompt for his theme for September “Imagination Without Limits”. I have posted the haiku I wrote in response below the image.
finding a path
on into the unknown
– leap of faith
To explain what I mean by this haiku I have to refer to an obscure branch of astrology. In the 1930s a clairvoyant ascribed an image to every degree of the zodiac. These images are now known as the Sabian Symbols. Dane Rudhyar, the “father” of modern astrology has interpreted the images and provided a commentary in his book, An Astrological Mandala. http://www.mindfire.ca/An%20Astrological%20Mandala/An%20Astrological%20Mandala%20-%20Contents.htm
The degree of my Pisces sun is 11 degrees. The Sabian Symbol for this degree is ‘Men Traveling A Narrow Path, Seeking Illumination.’ Dane Rudhyar interprets this image as –
“The capacity inherent in every individual to seek at whatever cost entrance to a transcendent realm of reality.
This refers to the ancient and eternal symbol of the Path of Discipleship. The greatness of man is that he can always be greater; and the belief—-deeply rooted in men’s inner nature—that if he fulfills the necessary conditions he can find ‘Elder Brothers’ who have already attained a higher level of consciousness and will transfer their attainment and light to him. The Path is always open to the pure in heart, the mentally aware, the conqueror of emotions and the spiritually self-mobilized … Someone can show him the Path, but he alone can do the walking. Thus the Zen injunction: WALK ON.”
In these times of tremendous upheaval as we move into the Age of Aquarius I find myself using the words “Walk On” as a mantra.
Every year a local beach becomes a whale nursery over the winter months. Southern Right Whales arrive from Antarctica to give birth in June and July. The whales then stick around till late September. This year seven whales have given birth and taken up residence. It’s a record number.
They don’t all stay at the whale nursery all the time. One mother and baby have been constant residents over the past few months. Others come and go. The other day when I visited two mothers and a solitary whale where swimming around quite close to the shore. One baby keep breaching – again and again and again. People up at the viewing platform were all smiling. Some hooted for joy and others clapped every time the whale jumped out of the water.
Somewhere in the transition for tablet to blog the text on the haiku blurred. It reads-
out of the shining sea
– my heart sings
prompt: remembering an animal – https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/01/haiga-2017-001-30doh-pack-travel/
July and August passed in some kind of fugue for me. A good part of the time was spent planning and working towards a community art project that fizzled out because of the actions of other people. Somehow I always knew that would happen but all the same I invested a great deal of time and energy in the possibility. Now that August has ended I am facing the fact that the project is completely kaput and it’s time to get on with other things.
Last night that I looked through the photos I’ve taken over the past two months and wondered why so few of them made it to my blog. This morning I saw that Paula of https://bopaula.wordpress.com/2017/08/31/thursdays-special-july-august-recap/ has posted a prompt asking us to to look back on the photos we took in July and August. It’s the perfect chance for me to post some of my backlog of photos.
July and August are our coldest months here in southern Oz. Although the wattle is flowering the temperature has been hovering around 11-14 deg. C for most of past two months. Down here on the coast the wind blows in off the Southern Ocean. Some days it feels like it has blown straight off the ice of Antarctica. Sticking my head out the back door is about as far as I get into the great outdoors sometimes.
In the bush the ground is slick with mud and the shadows are long.
I rarely get out to the wild beaches further down the coast –
When I do it’s impossible not to notice that the winter storms have eaten away more the dunes. Each year since I’ve been living down here (I arrived in 2012) this particular beach has been getting more and more eroded.
It is wonderful to get out and stretch the eyes though – my heart and mind expand as I walk along the deserted shore –
Such days have been rare this winter. Mostly the weather has been cold and drear –
but yesterday there was a definite hint of spring in the air –
and the month of August ended drenched in radiant light –