I sit with my back against a buttress root of a huge Moreton Bay fig. The brim of my Akubra hat is not quite wide enough to stop the rain pattering gently against my face. I hold the brim with my fingers, pulling it hard on my head to counter the determined lift of the wind. I’m relatively sheltered here beneath the fig, the canopy above breaking the fall of the rain, but not stopping it entirely. Already, the rain has soaked through my trousers. They cling to my thighs, cold.
I love this Jill! Beautiful writing. My favourite thought is this one - "It sounds a bit kooky and the scientist in me is sceptical, but the feeling is real." My entire creative journey has had me feeling this way. I think I've finally come to terms with understanding that my scientific training is only one of many ways to sense and feel and experience the world we live in. Looking forward to reading more :)
I love this Jill! Beautiful writing. My favourite thought is this one - "It sounds a bit kooky and the scientist in me is sceptical, but the feeling is real." My entire creative journey has had me feeling this way. I think I've finally come to terms with understanding that my scientific training is only one of many ways to sense and feel and experience the world we live in. Looking forward to reading more :)
as a person who seems to spend a lot of time mostly inside, I found this lovely and a bit inspiring :)
Simply Beautiful. I look forward to following your journey. 😊