Nature's Place

Wanted …

to rent. House/shack/granny flat/caravan – just somewhere to hang my hat at first. Nothing fancy required but space and greenery is appreciated, enjoyed and tended.

It has dawned on me recently that I have become familiar with where I am and that it is a soporific to me. Familiarity is a form of diffusion to the intelligence, a psychic web that takes some energy to sustain. Energy that would be better employed in a more important endeavour, to be more intelligent, to love more.

So, right or wrong, I have it in me to leave where I have been living for years with a dear old friend, and no real idea of where to go or what I will do. A venture into the unknown you could say, or just casting for now. Thought I’d put it out there and see what comes back, why not, life comes in every form. And if nothing comes back that’s life too. Any offers or suggestion appreciated … by comment below or email …

A house or … whatever … need only be habitable, with a garden or some space to grow a few plants. Old and overgrown is good. Internet connection is desirable. Can’t really ask life for anything in particular, and can’t rule anything out.

If something ‘sings out’ or ‘shines’ to me I’ll go with that. Otherwise I’ll go with the biggest ‘yes’. Right now I just don’t know what may be.

Maybe I’ll just take off in a van and see where I end up. Could blog via public wifi along the way, Mc D’s is good for that I am told.

A van … a very practical machine in Australia. I am looking at buying a ford transit van but the right one hasn’t presented yet.

A van to carry my/stuff to and fro and for away time outback and beyond – no firm plans there either. Come what may …


And then she came, the entertainment.

Daughter of life, life as mother of the garden. A mother always calm, listening, present. Is that a smile I see? Well, maybe inside, in a psyche that knows no fear.

While watering the garden at close of day she appeared without a care in the world, dripping from the careless spray. Every little thing has its time.

Does she, at least once, see the stars from the cold blackness of a desert night at the new moon.

Wearing water as a helmet, must affect her vision, she wasn’t too disturbed, from under the petals.

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Out on the petal she takes a pose, casting in the dark for what may be there, ready for fight or flight.

I probably bumped her home, she turned to safety but came out again. A tiny version of her mother.

Straddling the petals, facing down the strange appearance of flash and glass, she was unperturbed.

As close as I could get to this tiny creature, and then I left her alone, don’t want to intrude.

There is nothing more hurting than not enough love. It’s the cause of all the pain of human suffering on earth. But what to do about it …

© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look



Intelligence …

What is it? People talk about what they think is intelligence, and what is not, don’t they? But what is it really, as far as being free of unhappiness is concerned? Because surely that is the first intelligence that matters in a world beset with human violence and misery? Perhaps it’s the only intelligence that really matters.

Let’s start with nature. There is obviously intelligence in and behind nature, obvious to me. Just look at it. Nature is the seed that becomes the mighty tree that houses a myriad creatures and lives in a forest that is watered by passing clouds that appear in the all encompassing sky of a planet that exists in a complex system of planets and orbiting moons governed by the sun that is one star in a galaxy of star systems, as can be seen in the night sky. And everything happens in concert. Nobody can tell me there isn’t intelligence in this amazing nature.

But let’s stay here and now. The unique characteristic of natural intelligence is there is no problem in it, no unhappiness. This can be observed in the nature around you – except where domestic or ‘industrial’ animals are mistreated, the plants and animals are free of unhappiness. Because theirs is a purely instinctive intelligence, they don’t think or get emotional, naturally.

Not so with people. Like all of nature we too are instinctively intelligent first, but then we also have the capacity for self reflection. We can think and be emotional about our nature, which we do, and it’s entertaining for a while. But by indulging in it we become attached and add to ourselves a past, a reservoir of psychic pressure that builds up as the sub-conscious. And there’s the rub, we can’t stop it any more, if we ever could.

By our continued indulgence we keep building on the living past inside, the pressure in the psyche is getting worse and we are not in control of our own minds. In other words we are not responsible. And that’s the only problem on earth.

Check it out for yourself though. When you are down or depressed or ‘insert your own problem here’ isn’t it emotion and thinking that brings it on first and then sustains it, without your volition? Against your will …

So, the problem is identified. Thinking and emotion is in control and making a mess of life on earth, your life. So it seems.

Or am I mad? Everybody thinks and gets emotional, nothing could be more normal. But is it intelligent? When you see thinking and emotion are causing your problems is it intelligent to continue with it?

Not in my experience. So I did something about it … and I am not special. I live an ordinary life, work at the computer, pay my bills, do the gardening, de-flea the house, feed the cat, do the shopping and so on – the ordinary stuff.

But I also did something unusual – not normal, but still ordinary – meaning anybody can do it. After many years doing what caused me pain I had enough and met a spiritual teacher, Barry Long – dead now, who showed me how to negate my self made pain, through meditation first. And that was the beginning of the end to my own unhappiness, the beginning of me being responsible for my life.

So I have to say … looking around me now, I don’t see intelligent people. I see normal thinking emotional people who don’t seem to know what to do about their recurring unhappiness, even if they see it as a problem to be solved.

There is a way though, to become intelligent enough to negate the cause of unhappiness. And it begins with meditation. I have done it as much as need be for now, and go on … by grace.

I have gotten down to my original instinctive intelligence and it tells me not to do what hurts any more, naturally. That is being intelligent, being responsible for the quality of my life, being free of unhappiness.

I don’t ask myself any more ‘what’s it all about?’, ‘why am I here?’, ‘where’s it all going?’. I know what I am doing with my life, I know what’s happening with life on earth.

And I know because I love life, god, love or truth enough to put it first in my life. Is there really any other way to be?

I don’t think so. And it is realised, by right action.

*As always, your comments and questions are welcome and I will respond.

And where would we be without a little entertainment from our instinctive cousins …

Step into the light. An expressive little creature wanders the tree without a sign of fear, instinctively.

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The genius … in a jumping spiders big eyes to see, her spiky legs to catch, clawed feet to grip with …

She dances in front of the lens, staccato gait, and jumps onto the glass for a quick look around.

Elegant and sure-footed on her pad of silk she calls home, for now. From where she patrols to feed.

She looks like she might have babies on the way. But not a thought for the future or past, just being here now.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look


Sawfly …

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A female I think. On a favourite eucalyptus tree, where other sawfly and larva have been found.

Don’t know about joyous, but there’s a certain pleasure in perception of the being of this creature.

She’s a beauty, isn’t she. Big blue eyes, short antennae and curved pointy mandibles. Sweet little thing …

A slight evolutionary refinement perhaps, on the one that has been before. Reproduction is not replication.

A successful sawfly is one that is, warts ‘n’ all. That’s life …

© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look




A Few Pictures More …

Hooded monk – looks like – beetle, on the butterfly bush against the red nasturtium. What big eyes, to see in the dark.

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Long tongued fly, for reaching into those deep flowers. Looking a little aged after a long day harvesting sunflower pollen.

Caught out in the rain, this little shovel headed beetle, I raised him up. In my hand will dig into the shadows, strong as a dray horse.

A wasp, I think, only found twice after the rain and wind forced her to land for the duration. Lovely blue in the black.

My old favourite, orange tail resin bee. She’s finishing off her nest and the cycle begins once more. They are doing well this year.

Drone fly, came and went, as is the way of nature. Nothing stays the same for long. Keep up by unloading the expectations.

Wasp, taking a break after being rescued from the watering can. She recovered quick enough and was away on the breeze.

Have you ever seen a cockroach die a natural death? On their back, legs still ‘running’, they are unable to right themselves again. To all appearances done for, but they never give up. That’s nature, instinctively.

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Assassin …

The most recent, from a few days ago in the hot sun. A few shots before she flew away, a rare occurrence that, assassins flying.

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A younger version, from a winter’s night, others could be found nearby. At some point they must become a danger to each other.

Found throughout the garden, only requirement being others may live and eat there. This plant good for caterpillars at one time.

You can see it’s a youngster by the wing buds – not developed much at all. Nice to get the blue car in the background.

The kill … the only consideration being hunger, instinctively. Slip that lance between the armour and pretty quick the beetle is a meal.

It doesn’t lend itself to many angles for portrait. Here on a dried out banana skin, taking advantage of the others feeding there.

Too small to make a meal, that fruit fly on an old banana. But others, bigger, do come and die while dining on the fermenting pulp.

Is there such a thing as a pretty assassin bug? Not really, but they can be appreciated for being what they are, unselfconsciously so.

On her way to somewhere else, no food here today, buds not yet open to feed the other flying things. Though some eat early.

though nothing ‘common or garden’ about these creatures. One of the many exotic creatures that pass the seasons here.

The eggs were laid last year and through the winter the little ones proved themselves in the rough and tumble of survival in the layers of green.

They often ambush their prey, waiting motionless for the unwary passer-by, but they are also very active in pursuit of a meal when need be –

a couple of older shots – click.

I have seen small ‘herds’ of these as tiny hatchlings that wander the formations for a while, but not many actually survive to maturity and develop wings.

Winged, a world of difference to realising their potential. What a privilege that is, earned.

We, people, must learn to soar otherwise.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look



Another Few Picture

Katydid, appears on the butterfly bush in camouflage, works better on the spent flowers. Only the one so far this year.

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Lynx spider, ambusher with no instinct for blending in. Those spikes would be piercing, entrapping any passing prey.

Sandpaper fig beetle, pregnant, and the three sisters know it. Parasitic wasps, I reckon, looking for opportunity to lay.

Hungry shield bug, making the most of body-building droppings, often from a bird. No such thing as waste in nature.

Caterpillar enjoying the flower buds of a sweet-potato vine. It definitely favoured this milky food.

What some creatures get up to at night, a beetle gripping a drying towel, for moisture maybe. Gone in the morning.

Long fella … some creatures are rarely seen, by me. Then they move off into the night. There is every shape and colour …

Settling into summer here and the next wave of creatures hasn’t arrived yet. Though enough are coming and going to provide some entertainment.

Reminders too, of an intelligence and creativity beyond the human that makes the world of politics and finance and science that dominates today.

Nature just won’t go away, no matter how human intelligence will try to reduce it to what can be utilised. Weeds still grow in the cracks …

And the pavement will always have cracks, time does that, and nature will always return in some form. That’s its nature … relentlessly.

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A Few Pictures …

Consummate fly, knows his garden, has no doubt or depression. Lives his life as a warrior, no looking back.

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Grasshopper, eats a lot. A little place given over to them. No doubt others enjoy their presence, in the dead of night.

Never a dull moment beetles from the bush. Must be the wild living, makes for living wild. No divided self …

Shy leaf beetle, usually, but caught out on a twig it couldn’t turn on. Gentle vegetarian, until hungry for meat …

Ubiquitous garden fly, enjoying the pollen like any other sane creature does. Sane is not thinking about it …

Sunflower weevil. One of the many kinds found wandering the garden. It all depends what is available to eat.

They come in waves, when the flowers first start to bloom, helping make seed for the next generation of green.

What a colourful creature. Just being its beautiful self against the blue sky. Appearing early spring for a while …

Orange eyed hopper, can be gone in the blink of an eye – mine. A family oriented fellow, always some kids about.

from the garden and surrounds.

It’s been a wet season so far and the small creatures are unpredictable, except for the bees that only vary in numbers visible.

Unpredictability, not knowing, allows for the new to be. Or just allows for being new, no new to come since it’s already here.

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Twilight Beauty

Dark enough to disappear into the shadows. Movement enough to notice. Wild enough to survive in a world of pure sense.

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Sun on clouds behind, the time wasn’t yet right for her instinctive activity – to eat and mate and even play perhaps. Why not …

The pure instinctive pleasure of being, in colour or form, that is only reflected upon by the human eye, or I. Keeping emotion out …

What’s this … Springtail looks up in awe at the giant beauty-beast above. May be a story there for the young ones.

Out of the shadows she rose, disturbed before her time, passing through my peripheral view in her butterfly flight.

Almost didn’t see her in the shadows at dusk, except she moved. Movement, a dead give-away to the eye that sees.

She is a beauty, her elegant form testament to her makers genius. Between light and dark she wakes.

But she wasn’t ready for flight just yet, rather to sit until the dark was deep enough.

And then away … this Lacewing dancer.

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Bee Life

Hello world … Breaking out of the nest after a long winter, it’s time to get to work. My little brave bee, instinctively …

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Time to stretch out, on the wall of the hotel, orientation time perhaps. The sky lightening behind, it’s a new world.

Spring cleaning, a relative that didn’t get through the winter is pushed to recycling. Thorough little housekeeper bee.

She lines the nest with resin for protection, some gets spilt on the way in, and she enters backwards to lay an egg.

Not quite finished, she goes to sleep the best she can. Not the safest position in a house full of geckos, but she stings … I know.

On her way to replenishing the earth with bees, one on the other in a deep dark chamber, here sealing up the first nest entrance.

And what’s this, one greeting another to the new world, male looking for a mate, or just saying hello. They talk to one another …

And in case anyone thinks a bee is fragile, I’ll have you know she’s fierce as a lion to protect her ways. Gentle too …

The wasp appeared, at first no threat it seems, no ovipositor I see. A male perhaps, or just young. Found below the bee hotel.

Here she is in fuller form, ovipositor held aloft behind, sitting on the hotel wall, listening for the signs that tell where to …

This is where, where else … She found a place to lay her egg, a bees nest clear as day. The sheath of her delivery rises.

And this is how it goes – the bee does her work and the wasp does hers too, so it turns. Everybody has its time …

Some work for resin, others for the meat, each is born of the earth. Mothers all … except the males of course.

Every year the orange tail resin bees wake up with the warming sun and the moisture of spring rain.

These may all be female bees, mostly found by the nest – a hotel made of a log drilled for their use.

Their primary use seems to be to lay eggs, along with a little food bomb for the larva that will bee.

Another use is protection at night, somewhere to sleep away from all the predators in the garden.

The males live and sleep somewhere else in the garden, not too far away but still a mystery.

Once the bee cycle is underway and some eggs are sealed up in the nest a wasp turns up.

She, the wasp, is also laying eggs, in the bees nest. Her young will take advantage …

And so it goes, one thing dependant on another thing, until completion.

An end that is not ‘just’ another beginning.

But a beginning … without end.

Hmmm …

© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look