On nearly crashing a bicycle, bowerbirds and courage
Hi friends,
It’s been about time I put proverbial pen to paper (fingertip to keyboard?), and jot down the things I’m noticing and learning. I began doing this on Instagram - and I’ll continue to - but sometimes it’s suffocating over there, you know?
This seems like a nice quiet space in which to think.
I’m a ponderer from way back. I nearly ran my bicycle into a (stopped) car once, so deep was my daydream. Eventually as my front tire neared the hood of their car, the horn tooted, bringing me to consciousness and the immediate knowledge that Dad was also yelling at me to move over. Had been calling out for some time in fact.
This seems like a safer place to daydream, think, reflect. This is an experiment of sorts, an exploring of possibility that may not end well - let’s be honest. But I’m here for it. I’ve been practising the art of saying (no matter the outcome):
“How fascinating!”
(more on that later)
You may be wondering, why Bowerbird? (Or you may not be, which is also fine).
The bowerbird, native to Australia, are an average looking bird. They collect things. Things that don’t necessarily look appealing. With these odd items, they make a home. Just for them and their loved one.
I like to think that’s what I might do here. Collect things. String words together just slightly before they’re fully formed in my mind and heart. I’m average too, but maybe I could be courageous and look around at the fragments I have, and piece them together into a real home (a life) to live in.
It certainly won’t be the type of home that will appeal to all - but if something you see or read or ponder here resonates and feels like home to you -
Welcome.
Here’s to noticing-
Emma