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  • Eckhart Tolle wrote: “Even a stone, and more easily a flower or a bird, could show you the way back to God, to the Source, to yourself. When you look at it or hold it & let it be without imposing a word of mental label on it, a sense of awe, of wonder, arises within you. Its essence silently communicates itself to you and reflects your own essence back to you.”

    People have described me like a locomotive – I just do - "Just do it" I say. Then I began to discover that photography drops a gear in me, slows the machine down to look, feel, engage and reflect.

    People and faces was my thing and camera in hand I’d hunt and shoot. Back home I’d then explore and relive the moment. Tis fine travelling, but back in my own country I'd often feel intrusive and one day I discovered flowers.

    Yes I did "discover" flowers, coz it’s so easy to eruditely describe them with their proper names - it’s another thing to feel and sense their beauty. I used to see just labels, “ah there’s a Callistemon or whatever” and that’s that - each label stood between me and the gem that they are. Omitting other people's (left brain) labels, I began to engage nature and feel it to see depth and sense change. To watch a flower slowly, miraculously open one can only gasp and ask who is shaping these miracles – flowers, sprites, spirit of the earth?

    Hanging on the wall I’m asked “What’s its name?”- “Don’t know" I say, don’t need to know anymore. This to me is a Ballerina flower with its pink tutu that danced for me that rainy day.

    Ah and that rain. Here the rain created garlands of gems as on this flower. That rain not only slowed me down to discover this little stage, I can see it creating a sparkling gem garland on my little Ballerina. Look at her throwing her hands up with joy to the rain. I am learning to love the rain, it bejewels, it slows and creates different stages for the play of life.

    Dance my little ballerina. I will look out for you next October. Thank you so much for your gift that morning.
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