Where is the sun? This is Queensland! I need vivid blue skies and bright sun to warm my world. I'm used to clear horizons and running all day with a light jacket.
But this week is different.
I have to drag myself out of bed for my not-so-early walk. Where are the colours of the sunrise, the shafts of early morning light that brighten my world and form dancing reflections in the little creek? These are the things that make my heart worship everyday. The greens that usually sparkled in countless different shades are all dull greyish green
Walking along the creek, I spy two koalas, high in the gum trees, huddled against the cool day. Then across the creek there is one little head with two pricked ears . A wallaby! I haven't seen one on this tiny reserve for a couple of years. As I stand and watch, he turns and jumps above the long grass so I can see him. He's a large black wallaby with a white tip on his tail. He disappears into the long grass, completely hidden again. The day seems brighter.
I walk another hundred metres past my local supermarket. My route takes me down a suburban street which skirts the other side of the same reserve that follows the creek. The birds are going crazy. Crows are yelling, parrots are squawking and two galahs are screeching as they fly around in a large circle.
There is always a reason for birds to be so disturbed. I stop, forgetting the demands of the pedometer in my pocket. I watch. What are they concerned about. The galahs are circling the tallest gum tree and there, in the top branches, is an eagle. Too high for me to see clearly, he is about six times larger than the crows. He seems unperturbed by their screaming at him as they swoop past. The only thing that moves is his head. I watch until the parrots settle in a branch above him, the galahs disappear and the crows return to normal behaviour.
Realising that he isn't going to fly, I head home. What a wonderful walk I had on a grey morning. Then I noticed the wonderful pale pink blossom on a Eucalyptus tree. Somehow the dull background highlighted the pale colour.
Ah, God, I think I'm starting to understand. Today you have spoken in a different way. You're always speaking but sometimes I don't hear because you don't always communicate the same way. You have so many differnt languages. In shine and in rain, in good times and bad your voice is always there. Please tune my ear and train my eye to see it. I want to know you more and more and more.
As the words came out of my mouth He replied. Right there in front of me. A love letter from God!
Walking along the creek, I spy two koalas, high in the gum trees, huddled against the cool day. Then across the creek there is one little head with two pricked ears . A wallaby! I haven't seen one on this tiny reserve for a couple of years. As I stand and watch, he turns and jumps above the long grass so I can see him. He's a large black wallaby with a white tip on his tail. He disappears into the long grass, completely hidden again. The day seems brighter.
I walk another hundred metres past my local supermarket. My route takes me down a suburban street which skirts the other side of the same reserve that follows the creek. The birds are going crazy. Crows are yelling, parrots are squawking and two galahs are screeching as they fly around in a large circle.
There is always a reason for birds to be so disturbed. I stop, forgetting the demands of the pedometer in my pocket. I watch. What are they concerned about. The galahs are circling the tallest gum tree and there, in the top branches, is an eagle. Too high for me to see clearly, he is about six times larger than the crows. He seems unperturbed by their screaming at him as they swoop past. The only thing that moves is his head. I watch until the parrots settle in a branch above him, the galahs disappear and the crows return to normal behaviour.
Realising that he isn't going to fly, I head home. What a wonderful walk I had on a grey morning. Then I noticed the wonderful pale pink blossom on a Eucalyptus tree. Somehow the dull background highlighted the pale colour.
Ah, God, I think I'm starting to understand. Today you have spoken in a different way. You're always speaking but sometimes I don't hear because you don't always communicate the same way. You have so many differnt languages. In shine and in rain, in good times and bad your voice is always there. Please tune my ear and train my eye to see it. I want to know you more and more and more.
As the words came out of my mouth He replied. Right there in front of me. A love letter from God!