Feeling the Distance

To my dear blog readers out there, whoever you may be, I apologize for taking my time in getting another post up.  I rely on inspiration when it comes to writing, and the past few weeks, I have been, well, less than inspired.  This week has been especially trying for me.  Still no job, shipment held up in customs and quarantine, and on the opposite side of the world for Lauren’s wedding and my 30th… I know I’m not alone out here, but sometimes I sure feel it.

In good news, we do have some fun things planned for tomorrow, and the friends we have made here are taking good care of me.

This is a short post to let you know we haven’t forgotten, and I am going to work now on a photo post of our recent adventures.

 

The Opposite of What It Used to Be…

And so, spring has arrived, In September.  I can’t for the life of me get used to the idea.  The days are lengthening, the temperature, warming slightly, the sunlight, at a different angle… The breeze is constant and fresh.  Our bodies are so not prepared for this opposing shift that both Mike and I have had bad colds for the past week.  Though it’s obvious what changes we’re going through, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.

We moved from summer directly into winter.  Sydney Winter.  Northern Hemisphere into Southern.  Opposite side of the globe in every respect.  It never really did feel like winter here… not the Jersey and Maryland winters I’ve known all my life, nor the deep Northern Michigan winters that I’ve come to love.  No, winter in Sydney is a whole different experience.  Rainy.  A lot of rain, a lot of the time.  Most of the trees retain their leaves.  Plants still flower throughout the winter months, and the temperature rarely dips below 40F, if it even gets that low.  It’s gorgeous and temperate and I’m not complaining in the least.  It’s just… (and of course, these are just my thoughts at this time)…

Our beings—bodies, minds, emotions and the rest— are intricately linked to the environments we inhabit.  For better or worse.  Seasonal fluctuations are not only outside of us but become part of our yearly internal rhythm.  They provide order, structure, predictability: the yin resting time of winter, the action of spring, the excitement of high summer, the fullness of harvest and the letting go of autumn.  Though many of us resist the motions, there is amazing fulfillment in allowing the movement to occur.

So what happens when this movement is disrupted?  This is what I’m exploring in myself right now.  Call me crazy, but I can feel myself really ready to “go into fall” (as we’d say in acupuncture school) and have winter soon after.  While I may now be inhabiting a different part of the globe with different seasonal variations, my body is moving in the direction it’s gone all it’s life: the seasons in accordance with being positioned on the globe in the eastern corridor of the United States.  I’ve never had the opportunity to truly experience being outside of this, and it is a bit disorienting at times!

Clearly though, the virtues of being in Australia are many.  Sydney spring brings even better weather, gorgeous farm-fresh food and hopefully some opportunities to tap into the local permaculture world.  Sustainable farming, sustainable energy and native ecosystem restoration are a huge priority of many communities and individuals in this area, which is right up my alley.  And as the weather continues to move in the opposite direction of what I’m used to, I imagine my body will start to get the message and catch up.  In the meantime, it’s an interesting ride…

Now for the virtues of spring in photographic form:

Leave a CommentThe Blue Mountains, Katoomba.  Just a 2 hour train ride from Central Station, Sydney.

Leave a CommentScenic World cable car at Katoomba.  Rises from the valley floor to the top of the cliff.

Leave a CommentKookaburra.  Find a YouTube clip of its call.  Sounds like a monkey!

Leave a CommentProof!  We’re actually here!

Leave a CommentKatoomba Falls.  It’s even taller than it looks here.

Leave a CommentFestival of the Winds, Bondi Beach.  Annual kite festival on the beach!

Leave a CommentLeave a CommentLeave a CommentLeave a CommentAnd now, you are up-to-date.

Sense of Place

I was going to use this second post to catch you up from week 1 to current day, but I’m realizing there’s a larger theme that underlies a lot of my experiences from the past month.  The theme is this: What does it mean to have a sense of place?

When I lived in India back in 2003, I had to write “Sense of Place” essays for each new place that we visited… the ashram where we first landed, Auroville, Hampi… The goal was not just to establish one’s self in space to but to open the senses to everything that particular setting had to offer.  Interesting exercise…

So now, fully 8 years post-India, this reflection is resurfacing.  I just spent the better part of the past 11 years living, working, and breathing Baltimore.  My whole identity and sense of self were wrapped up in that city: the experiences I had there and the life that I built.  So what does it mean to uproot that, to truly start over?  Moving to a new city on a new continent on the other side of the world from everything I know… with no job lined up and no idea what Sydney has to offer?… Totally disconcerting!  And yet…

I have the unique opportunity to be wide open in my explorations of myself and this place.

I’ve been spending so much time just trying to settle in and build a mental map of how to get from home to some destination and back again (which granted, we’re both doing fairly successfully), that I almost didn’t notice how relaxed I’ve been feeling the past week…

The clouds are huge, rising behind the hillsides to the east and filling up the sky.  The same hillsides twinkle at night once the sun goes down.  I am riding the bus, the train, the ferry.  I am walking alone at night.  There is a noticeable lack of aggression in myself and those around me.  The ocean breeze brings sand and the scent of salt water.  Kites fly overhead, surfers search for waves, and people gather in droves.

So what does it mean to shed one identity based on a particular sense of place for another?  What new body might we inhabit?  What new insights may be garnered?  I guess it’s too soon to really tell.  All I can say is, I feel something shifting…

So with that said, let me now take you on a photographic exploration…

Leave a CommentManly Cove

Leave a CommentMichael on the beach at Spring Cove, Sydney Harbour National Park

Leave a CommentThe leaves rustled, and this guy emerged.  Hiking through Sydney Harbour National Park

Leave a CommentNative species and ecosystems are very important to many Aussies.  One thing we already have in common!  The bandicoot is a small rodent-like marsupial.

Leave a CommentLooking west to Sydney and Port Jackson from Fairfax Lookout on the North Head.  This area is a great place for hiking and for discovering native plants and animals.

Leave a CommentSydney from the North Head

Leave a CommentNorth Head.  Most of the coastline around Sydney is cliffs, with a few spectacular beaches filing in the spaces between.