Pilbara Sunrise

Pilbara Sunrise

 

Sunrise. Whether you are bright and bushy by this time or stumbling around with your eyes half shut, crashing around in the kitchen for the first cuppa of the day. For me, it’s a time to set intentions, be it for the following hour, day, week, month or year.

I am very fortunate to wake up in the beautiful Pilbara Desert of Western Australia. The sunrise here not only allows me to set these intentions and prepare for the day ahead, but serves as a reminder to why I am here, the sacrifices I am making and that it is the right thing and the right path for me to take for now.

The known effect that mining life can have on individuals and the land fades into the distance when I disconnect from the work going on around me. The colours, foreign landscape and nature provide the most spectacular colour vibrations.

The historical significance of this grandiose land, the burnt red dirt, blue skies with an earthy hint of greenery at times. The feel of dryness and drought and the absence of anything around you. I note the gorgeous pinks and oranges, greys and blues mixed together like some incredible water colour painting. No picture captures this better that the naked eye.

With a blink, the scene changes in colour, feeling and temperature. The expression on your face, the mind, the heart transitions, heightening and enlighten emotions and thoughts. I find myself speechless.

I work in the kitchen on a mine site. I am a plant based earth lover, wanderer, social justice pioneer, dirty pour paint experimenter, yogi, reiki healer, colonic hydrotherapy student and self-acclaimed free spirit. Most of the time, I feel completely lost in an opposite life, trapped from expressing, encouraging, lifting, guiding people the way I love and used to in my past city dwelling life. There are times it’s difficult to stay positive in my daily grind as it challenges my morals and ethics in work, life and play. I struggle to remember who I am and what my purpose is, as I sell myself to ‘the man’.

It was at a time of struggle, my wholehearted, rambunctious beautifully spirited friend Miss @salty_wild_moon_child asked if I would write a passage for @Thesaltywild

Signs are sometimes sent and received at the most poignant time in our lives, this timing kept me motivated, grounded and will keep me going until my release from the mines.

I imagine I will intermittently send ramblings with pictorial gatherings to Moon Child for posting here, you may stop by to engage, you may skim through, but I hope you find comic relief and insight into me, my world, my experiences and way of being.

Much Love,

La Qaintrelle (@jembraam)

Margaret River – Yallingup Gugelhupf

Pinks and Blues.

Sometimes colour can make you so happy. Embrace it wherever you can.

Yallingup, Margaret River

Photo Location – Gugelhupf Bakery, Yallingup, Western Australia

Pre Surf Stare – Margaret River, Western Australia

Regardless of how long it took us to get there, how pumping the waves are, how long its been since the last surf, my partner does not break the ritual of the pre-surf stare.

I used to think it’s his way of focusing on the surf, checking out the conditions and best spot to paddle in, however I realised regardless of the conditions he will still surf (I should know better) and it couldn’t be the latter as the habit still happens at our local break.

I used to get frustrated and impatient. (Seriously, there has got to be someone else out there who has a relationship with a surfer and has to deal with this long extended silent stare) I just did not get it! He was always so amped (how I feel when I see chocolate cake) and then as soon as we get there, rather than getting straight into it, he just stares at it! The crazy thing is, the better the waves, the longer it’s been since the last surf, the higher his anticipation, the longer the stare! (Unlike me, the more delicious looking the cake, the closer I am to it, the less time it has to live).

Over time It stopped bothering me because my patience grew as it seemed all surfers would do the same carpark glare, however it wasn’t until recently I developed a theory on the why. I realised it may be a form of mediation…

Reading about colour therapy, I thought how the blue sea tones bring calm and tranquility. So after some digging I learnt that staring at the ocean actually changes our brain wave frequency and puts us into a mild meditative state. The ocean breeze and smell soothes you while the blue colours calm and restore peace which may have something to do with the negative ions in the air that you’re breathing in. It then dawned on me, he’s not staring, he’s completing a pre surf meditation, his personnel way of zoning out and connecting with the earth, just watching each wave roll in, preparing himself for rolling out into the waves. Upon realising this I began respecting this moment and wishing this worked with me and chocolate cake.

My surf wife life has tested my patience over the years, but I have learned that taking him to the ocean ensures he is always in the best headspace, whether my theory is right and the pre surf stare makes him a better person or its just the endorphins generated from the physical output of actually surfing, he always comes out of that ocean stronger and more loving than ever.

If you have some more insight into my little surf theory, please share, I would love to hear what you think or know, or what I don’t.

Photo Location – Main Break, Margaret River, Western Australia

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