I’m a tree hugger, I’ll admit it. Actually I’m a hugger full stop. My sister always labeled me sensitive and touchy as a child. I guess it stuck.
How could I not hug it?
Then there were these Ironbark beauties in this forest in 1770, all rough around the edges yet holding a kind of fragility.
There’s nothing quite like immersing yourself into the environment. That’s when all our senses came alive.
And that’s what made the outback come alive for me.
A salt lake floor, so ethereal and pristine. Rocks that we walked on, through dry river beds, jagged and hard on our boots.
So many different textures, so much spellbinding beauty.
Skies with textures and moods that intensified at sunset and sunrise. Hues of golden pinks and blues, orange and reds … it was like Mother Nature was playing with her pastels.
At a distance it’s breath taking.
Perhaps they were.
When I gently held this sea creature I was taken by its smooth yet spiky outer surface. A little like the sides we all have in us.
Walking along sandy beaches the light and tides danced and changed the appearance.
Squishy sand beneath my feet immersed me into the moment
There’s no doubt the power of touch is priceless.
So if you can, go outside and feel the energy of the earth as you hug a tree, it’s a special feeling.
Or even better, go hug someone who needs it.
It makes the world a better place.
Smooth, sharp, coarse, fine, we’re all like the most textured and precious plants that grow and thrive even under the harshest of conditions and climate.
Enjoy the small things in life, relish in the texture of the ordinary, for in reality they’re the big things.
Wishing you all love, peace and a mindful month as we reach out to each other and continue the journey into August.
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Here’s a last big hug from me 😊