Category Archives: Adelaide

Transition

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Rundle Mall – from another era tall decorative buildings squeeze between modern ones, reminding me of Harry Potter.

So many people, a complex pattern we weave, varying speeds and purpose.

I love being surrounded by their silent stories.

Lifted by the sound of the electric violin, carried to my daughter.

The green door. Our meeting place.

My daughters words mix with the surrounds, her precious voice.

A place of transition between work and home.

Talking on the way home, ‘bad things happen, good things happen’, ‘good things happen to good people, good things happen to bad people’, ‘bad things happen to good people, bad things happen’.

Yes.

Seasons come.

And go.

Grateful for the time.

Have a wonderful day 🌱

Remaining still

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My daughter and I enjoy watching the anime series Avatar (over and over).

Both Aang and Korra, but most beloved is Aang.

There is so much to love, a couple of favourites: Uncle Iroh (his wisdom and love of tea), Appa (a giant white flying Bison)…

It’s where I learnt about Jīng.

In Chinese, JÄ«ng means power or energy.

We learn from Bumi that there are eighty five types (degrees) of JÄ«ng but these are the key ones:

Positive JÄ«ng – advancing

Negative JÄ«ng – retreating

Neutral JÄ«ng – listening and waiting

Neutral Jing –

Waiting, listening,

Alert, calm,

Attuned, present,

Observing.

Awaiting for signs, the correct conditions, to alter your Jing.

Retreat…advance…remain still…

Have a wonderful day 🌱

Seaside Daisies

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Sometimes I don’t have many words, but I see things I want to share.

On our walks around our neighbourhood, footsteps in time. We chat. We laugh. We smell the flowers. We sit on the grass and soak up the sun.

We live near the green belt. Dotted around are exercise stations. We stop at each one, inadvertently exercising muscles normally left in peace.

Sometimes we walk in silence, lost in our own thoughts.

Other times we find ourselves wandering down memory lane. On our last walk my daughter spoke of her sadness, missing the beach house, her cousins. Good times remembered.

Tradition has us stop off on our way home for a treat, invariably an icecream.

My daughters footsteps speed up as we head toward home.

I linger.

Have a wonderful day 🌱