Farewell Australia

The first time I landed you welcomed me with grey sky and rain
Today I leave with a warm salute from the sun shining in a limpid blue sky

I found you a kaleidoscope of colours…..

The stark whiteness of the shells on the harbour
Translucent blue and green waters gracing the coastline
Blood-red pumping heart bleeding into soils around it
Miles of nothing but earthly coloured rock and sand
Showers of green lush rainforests, waterfalls and gorges
Drought cracked acres when quenched give birth to new livestock
A limb which drifted apart now stands like a shimmering diamond ring

Alive, with a bounce, a bite, a song; some form of life in every nook and drop

Your people, they have no colour; history blended them into one, that which is Australian.


Already missing you,
Nicky

The first (calendar) day of the year

The English word calendar is derived from the Latin word kalendae, which was the Latin name of the first day of every month.* A calendar in layman words (or world) is actually quite symbolical rather than a matter of fact. First day of the year; a ‘go’ date to turn grandly-worded resolutions into actions, perhaps.

Today, I find myself in Sydney. Where will I be in a year’s time? Where will I be tomorrow? Life as a traveller and / or a nomad has no dates, days, weekends etc… each day could be the first day of the year. Every day is a new beginning. The opportunity to embrace life and make the most of it. So, effectively today is a another day about to be lived.

The sun is shining, it’s warm and I’m getting ready to go to the beach. On days like today I’m in high spirits. I feel comfortable, enwrapped by a great sense of safety; surrounded by people who care while savouring nature at its best. I wouldn’t have spent the first calendar day of 2009 in any way other than swimming in the nude on the pretty tiny beach of Congwang in New South Wales!

Happy Day everyone and may it be the first of a series!
Nicky
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* source: wikipedia