A Very Brief Stop...

A very brief stop at at Neil Hawkins Park, because by the time I arrived it was unbearably hot. 

Too hot for walking.

The views out across Joondalup Lake were refreshing given the heat. 

There was a small family of corella's larking about on the grass as I headed back to the comfort of my cars air-conditioning. 

I had hoped that I had timed it right to get a walk in, being so far away from home it's hard to read the weather. 

It's just over an hour's drive to Joondalup so I was slightly disappointed, with the heat so intense I decided to revise my plan for the day and went to the Wanneroo Art Gallery instead...

 

It's Always...

It's always a pleasure popping into to visit Mickey my adorable chihuahua friend. 

One can't have enough furry friends in their life...

 

A Bag Of Rice...

A Bag of Rice for a Saturday Child seemed a rather unusual title for an art exhibition. That was until I read the artist statement.

"When I was nine years old standing next to my Pua Pua (grandmother) at a temple in Canning Vale, she pointed to a sculpture of Naga - a Burmese dragon and told me she bought me from my mother for a bag of rice. It was, she said, a sign of good fortune for a child born on a Saturday."

With those words in my mind I found the exhibition had a disjointed energy, and I found myself a little off kilter. Some of the pieces I found somewhat disturbing, I left feeling unsettled...

 

A Simple...

 

A Chequered Swallowtail...

A chequered swallowtail joined me in the garden last weekend. As I potted around, hands in the earth the butterfly kept shifting it's position and sometimes flying around me, so and sat down and tuned into the moment.

Magical moments are always so incredibly simple.

Butterflies are often linked to transformation and hope. In native America cultures butterflies were bringers of inspiration and dreams. In aboriginal culture the butterfly also symbolises personal transformation, and spiritual evolution. 

Butterflies to me are magnificent. 

They are vibrant and beautiful.

 Whenever I see butterflies I will stop, taking the time to breathe into the moment before me.

 Being present. 

Being present in a moment is something vastly alien to most people in the modern world. 

Nowadays people are far too busy doing that they have forgotten how to be still and connected.

I take many little breaks throughout my day whenever something catches my eye, or I just need to breathe.

I can't imagine myself being constantly busy by the mindless distractions that are created to keep us disconnected.

The dance of the butterfly is truly magical and if you take the time to stop, to watch, you will leave with a little butterfly magic infused in your heart...