“When I set a glass prism on a windowsill and allow the sun to flood through it, a spectrum of colors dances on the floor. What we call “white” is a rainbow of colored rays packed into a small space. The prism sets them free. Love is the white light of emotion.”
― Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of Love
There is no denying that there are good times and not so good. Times when we feel low and it’s hard to break the cycle. We have to work even harder then to find the beauty around us, let it in and find the gratitude to be able to see, to witness and to share in the miracles we often overlook. Last night the moon was playing hide and seek between the cloud layers and looked mysterious, as though she had a seductive veil across her face. I went to bed dream of shimmying goddesses in layers of silk veils dancing around the moon, fairies, elves and magic spinning in the air.
After a restless and sleepless night I heard the birds caroling the new day and decided to venture out onto the back deck. The dew was heavy on the boards and there was still a chill to the air. Here is the vista which opened my eyes.
Here she is, the goddess of the morning, just peeping over the horizon. The beautiful colours at this time of day are so vibrant.
As she quickly climbs the sky, eager to enter her domain the colours become golden, the warmth of her light across the earth.
I couldn’t take my eyes from this beautiful colour, almost sienna but a deep rose-pink also. It really is almost indescribable in its beauty.
The golden hues from the strength of the sun start to drown out the other colours. Her power and majesty are shown clearly for all. The birds were calling loudly, rejoicing in her warmth spreading across the ocean. I love the rose colour spreading towards me from the sun. Goddess of the dawn Greek and Roman
Too bright to now gaze at directly, this was from my balcony door. Sparkles shining almost like visiting spirits to welcome us after the night and sunbeams dart across the land and sea.
The Kookaburras were loud this morning, singing their distinctive song. This fellow looked pleased he had his perch to himself. There is often a scramble to get somewhere to bask in the sun. You can catch a glimpse of a Rosella streaking past as I took the photo.
Caught in mid song, such a beautiful cheerful way to begin the day. This Butcher Bird banishes any heaviness in the heart with its joyful song.
The scent from this adorable King Orchid was strong on the early breezes. It is huge in the centre of the Poinciana tree. There are more than a dozen flower spikes, each as large as this one in various stages of developing. It is a glorious white colour. I am waiting for my golden-yellow one to bloom, always later than this one.
The birds box nest, already inhabited by the Rosellas. It must be nice to have the large Staghorn around their nest and surrounded by the orchid. What a beautiful way to start the life cycle.
From the other side of the garden the strong and heady scent of the Jasmine was wafting along the breeze. Encircled by natures perfume and the glorious colours of the dawn, I went back inside and fell asleep dreaming of the beauty of spring.
I know that the other side of the world is heading towards their autumn so I hope you enjoy the beginnings of our spring.
“The alchemist was dazed and dumbfounded, as the true meaning of the magic was revealed: *The dead will rise from glade to glen and ancient will be young again*. The dead had, after all, risen. From dead and dry things there was growth, and new life everywhere. And the endlessly long winter had at last turned to spring.
From life to death and back again to life. It was indeed the greatest magic in the world.”
― Lauren Oliver
Blessings for a new day.
- Full Moons and ‘The Gift’ (owlsandorchids.com)