Thinking back to a faraway time and place I am trying to recall when it happened. The time I lost the excitement to explore and venture out on my own?
As a child into my teenage years, I would often pack a picnic and head out for the entire day. It seems so fearless now, although there wasn’t any major incidents or life threatening situations that prevented me from going again and again. Perhaps when situations arose I was used to dealing with it and moving on. Nothing was a big deal. I was safe and I felt comfortable.
Growing up in the country gave me a realistic grasp on nature. I enjoyed the solitude and truly appreciated my natural surroundings. The wildlife I would see was amazing. Platypus feeding in the creek, bandicoots rummaging around in logs, goannas, lizards, kookaburras and many other beautiful birds, kangaroos, snakes and cattle grazing or finding solace from the heat. I would just observe whether it be under the shade of a eucalyptus tree, on a creek’s edge or just in the middle of a paddock. All the while, I would fantasize and dream of a faraway time and place. It is interesting that the faraway time and place is now.
Today, remembering how much I loved the great outdoors, I packed my picnic and got into the car and started driving. I found my way to the hinterland and into the rainforest. I discovered a waterfall and picnic areas surrounded by trees and wildlife. I smile. This is exactly what I need right now.
I am glad I got out and ventured off on my own today. It is a nice reminder of who I am and who I have always been.