Nature's Place

Falling to Earth

I suppose everybody saw or heard something of the fellow who jumped from a balloon borne capsule at around 25 miles high. Apparently he spent 7 years planning, 2 hours ascending, and 9 minutes descending. He broke 3 records, highest jump, fastest jump and the sound barrier.

People thought he was going to blow up on the last one, passing the sound barrier at over 800 mph. He said he didn’t feel a thing or have any idea how fast he was going with nothing to relate to.

And that’s the point. It’s all relative here and with only up and down to relate to it looks like a fall when in truth it was an ascension. He went as high as he could to do what he did.

He stepped off into space to invoke and face his fear of falling, what else is there to fear, really.

And such a simple experience, falling, falling …

On the way down he was spinning out of control but regained poise somehow. And when the time came he pulled his cord and came in to land perfectly, on his feet, as if it was perfectly planned and executed from the start.

He never really left the earth, and never really lost control. I suspect through it all he maintained a quiet place inside. A place untouched by all that passed by outside.

And when asked what next he said ‘that’s it’, next he wants to be sitting where the guy before him was sitting that day, next to the guy after him.

He doesn’t feel the need to break any more records, he intends to have some fun flying helicopters in rescue missions around the world, or such.

What next? Who really knows when the only indicator is the past and occasionally there is the new.

A perfect landing? Or a perfect escape from the repetition of fear?

I think I might go to an old haunt of mine, down Wooyung way, see what’s fallen to Earth. Mid week should be quiet, early November for the Christmas Beetles or whatever else falls to earth then – maybe stay a day or two if the van is ready – doesn’t seem likely though, it takes much longer to get things done these days than it used to.

It might be a good time for an uncomplicated natter with nature, accessed from the old caravan park, though I don’t expect much since there has been so little rain for so long, you never know.

Nature is always in some form, no worries.

I clearly haven’t done the work for such a journey. Sometimes giving up is the only way to move on. Giving up the expectations, of self and others.

And some things we are just hard-wired for, the unchangeable. You never know until the day. So, no time to judge.

Unless the observer sees more clearly. It’s why it’s called part-icipent. One is not the other.

Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture to enlarge in a new tab – best in FireFox

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Thank You for the Arm!

This Doli fly was out on a leaf one recent cold morning. Usually they sense the pre-flash of TTL exposure and are gone before the shutter speed of 1/160 sec (fastest with flash) can capture it, that’s fast reflexes.

But this little lady was too focused on simply being, in the cold of a spring dawn one thousand kilometres below the tropic of Capricorn after a night long clear sky.

It is my privilege to bring you the Lady Doli, from all available angles at the time.

If ever you have dreams that elucidate something you have known about yourself that was or is the basis for an attitude towards someone – or in general, from your past experience – but hadn’t yet been fully acknowledged and resolved, that – ‘Thank You for the Arm’ – is a recipe for the resolution of any residual potential for recurrence – as the past we hold on to is the present that disturbs or enriches ‘us’.

Thank You for the Arm. An acknowledgement of the good that everyone does for you, me, in spite of appearances, with a little absurdity tacked on for that extra push across the momentum of negative time to repeat, a sense of humour.

Never forget your sense of humour, or of the absurd. And for all the little things, and the not so little?

Thank You for the Arm.

Be Grateful and … Thank You for the Arm! Cuts through the negativity of mind like a hot knife through butter, when you have fully seen the fact.

Thank You for the Arm.

The garden is filling up with nature’s forms of plant and creatures. It just needs daily attention to watch for where it needs a hand, or an arm. And a watering, a foot on a spade, a moving here or there …

Thank You for the Arm. And don’t hold on to the dream, it will die a natural death if you leave it be.

That’s what seeing the fact of the past does; it allows the new to be.

Whatever the situation – Thank You for the Arm.

Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture to enlarge in a new tab – best in FireFox

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