Colours of Nature

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Norfolk Island Pine tree

COLOUR MY WORLD

The rush of this life does not sit comfortably with my writing. I get caught up with the less important projects and soon discover the week has vanished without so much as a single decent word on my page.

For me I must write every day or I feel I will shrink into nothingness, a frustrated mummy full of negativity and bitterness. The emptiness is stifling. Devoid of ideas or inspiration.

WHAT to do? Where is my creative muse? That feeling of numbness is all too familiar. I know what I must to do to release the flow of energy into my middle-aged calcium deficient bones.

I thought about a picture which captivated me recently, it was hanging in a local art gallery I visited with a friend. It was simply an image of a gum tree, a close up of the trunk, on canvas. I was amazed at the composition, the beautiful textures and colours. I over heard a customer make a comment. “It was hard to believe it was just a picture of some bark.”

Today I grabbed my camera and took a walk, while the children played games under the giant Norfolk Island Pines, I found my muse, she was waiting patiently for me, where the sun shone through the trees. I could not believe the lush natural colours I had captured on my camera, of the bark at the base of these beautiful specimens. They conjured images of wood nymphs and fairies, of mystical creatures living in this minute organic universe.

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How lucky are we to live in such a colourful world. How many times have I walked passed these trees without really looking at them. Such texture and richness, a raw energy of radiant hues. A magical world awaits, if we choose to walk along the path of wonder.

Imagine all the beauty to discover, if we stop and appreciate our surroundings. I have decided it is going to be part of my weekly routine, making time to step back, listen and watch, taking in the space around me, then to write my experiences down.

DSCN1632The fascination I have with the minuscule grows every day. I get lost in the detail of fallen leaves, or cheer when I see a swallow swooping low. Most of all I smile at natures intricate brush strokes and take comfort in the change of colours in the seasons.

We are here for one tremendous life, there is only one earth and time is our enemy. We must open our eyes to the things around us.

What do you use to motivate your muse? What sends you into a fits of delight or a mad frenzy of creativity?

I have only, to step out into the great outdoors to find something interesting enough to stir the writer within. Even if it is, just about a humble piece of bark.

About Minuscule Moments

Everybody has a DREAM. Today is the first day of the rest of my writing life. Its a lonely world out there when you are learning the craft. This year, as the same as last year, I want to finish my first children's picture book. I have learn't many wonderful lessons on this journey. You are never too old to learn.
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39 Responses to Colours of Nature

  1. Desi Clown says:

    I can relate to the numbness you describe from constantly doing the things that NEED to be done, rather than doing things that you WANT to do.. life feels like its on autopilot. I love your photographs, all of them, on all your posts, and I always look forward to them! I get to see a world I may never see in person. We don’t have such trees here, and after reading your post, I’m waiting to go outside and REALLY see the trees around. Lovely post, as always!… And the last pic reminded me of a raisin cookie for some reason. Haha!

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