Easter was one we’ll all remember this year. A quiet time of reflection and contemplation. For us, as disappointed as we were not to be able to visit our daughter in the High Country of Victoria, we bunkered down and, like most people around the world, stayed home.
It was a “time to chill, reflect and enjoy” as a friend so aptly wrote in a text.
Reflecting is something I’ve been doing a lot of lately, especially out on my local walks, past the wetlands where I often see this bird. He’s always alone. Is he lonely or is he savouring the solitude?
I’m somewhere in between.
Our Easter passed happily, with a couple of unexpected interruptions thrown in. On Saturday my hubby responded to a local distress call, from someone on our Facebook Community Page. Someone had left their hand break off and their car had rolled, crashed and wedged itself into a fence. A four wheel drive and winch was needed
Never one to leave a person stranded, out hub went to rescue the distraught local. Personally I think he just wanted to use his new winch and pretend he was on the tracks.
Before the call he’d released his inner Jamie Oliver and prepared a batch of scones to bake for afternoon tea. Multi-talented, that’s my man!
Then the rain and high winds came and the power went out. For over five hours. No oven, no scones but the rescue went ahead. Later that night, and still with no electricity, dinner was a barbecued steak, cooked underneath our decking, and a big fresh garden salad. With lots of candies.
It was quiet and peaceful. There was no humming, no white noise anywhere in the house. All the phones had gone flat. No one could contact us. The rain had eased to a light drizzle and our cosy wood fire was crackling in the background.
It was like we were camping.
We had no power but we were content. Then bang, the lights came on and all the devices in the house cranked into life and started bleeping.
It felt like an intrusion and I was almost disappointed. Almost. Hub got to cook his long overdue scones after dinner and we had the weirdest timed Devonshire tea for late night dessert.
I do love camping for that very reason. Getting back to basics and making great meals with very little fuss. We can do with so much less than we realise.
Easter was less about food this year than it was about connection and finding joy in the simple. There were video chats with family, phone calls, texts and check ins. Okay, electricity and power IS useful. We often take it for granted, don’t we?
It was a time to get out in the garden and pull out grass and weeds, the dirt underneath my fingertips a tangible and earthy reminder of our connection to Mother Earth.
On my walks with Harry I feel a sense of connectedness. I’m aware of what’s happening in the wider world, but my focus is not on fear. It’s on faith.
I feel the possibility of the unknown, and I feel a sense of hope for our planet in this time of slowing down.
My focus more than ever is on nature and what’s around us. It’s in the care that I see, that most people are trying to do the right thing. It’s in the sense of community that I feel around me. My focus is on love.
It’s about care for this earth, no matter how it might look right now. Renewing, ravaged, shabby, a bit like this wind strewn path I walked along the other day, a whirlwind of mess and chaos.
At least that’s what the media wants us to think. In reality, maybe everything is exactly the way it’s meant to be.
I feel love for the people around me, those I can’t see and miss so much. And it’s about honouring this time of isolation to love myself and allow myself the freedom to feel and reconnect with what matters.
I’m not always okay. At home I have moments where the enormity of it all hits me and my moods nose dive. I can turn into a right bitch. But I don’t stay there long. On goes the music, out comes the guitar or a book. I take myself outside or away to my bestie, my Gratitude Journal. The power of writing can’t be denied. I recently rewrote a song for our current times which you can listen to on Instagram. Planting seeds for a Changing World.
Now is all we have, so make the most of today, the next 24 hours and then the next. We deal with each day as it arises, because that’s all that’s in front of us. The rest will take care of itself.
My backyard is my sanctuary and in it is my favourite tree below.
Breath. Deeply. Focus on your breath. Look around and give thanks. Life is all still here. It might look different but “a change is as good as a holiday”. Well, I’m not sure any of us ever envisaged such an enforced break at home but maybe that’s exactly what the earth needs.
“If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies. “
So embody the moment … enjoy the basics. Life is as it is and it’s up to each and every one of us how we ride out this year of change.
Focus on nurturing your own patch and who knows what will thrive in these reflective, ever evolving times.
Be kind to yourself and to those around you. Stay safe and remember, all you have is now.
In love and light
This bright little specimen is out the front of my yard. Hubby threatened to pull it out a few weeks ago, thinking it was a weed. But look at it now, my resilient little Hollyhock is thriving!