Life seems to be gliding by these last few weeks. Or maybe it’s more like a rushing river. The ebbs and flows of each day running into the next. Gathering momentum and getting faster and faster.

Looking back over the last few weeks and remembering some of the high points. 

Seeing the smiles on our two-month grandson.

Playing with my grand-daughters.

Doing a bush walk with Rosie in the Serpentine National Park, called the Kittys Gorge Trail. Kitty was a cow who wandered from her home and was found in the Gorge. It’s not clear on the website whether she was found dead or alive. But I’m going to go with “alive”. Although finding her must have been a fluke. Tall, thick forests and lots of undergrowth and a long, winding gorge with a little brook running through.

We walked along a bush trail, often alongside the Gooralong Brook, still bubbling quietly along, sometimes cascading over huge granite boulders. Lots of orange and black butterflies fluttering around. We used gum twigs to switch away the few early pesky summer flies.

As I rounded one bend in the track I jumped up and nearly back into Rosie, as a startled black snake who had been sunning itself on the path quickly slithered off into the bush. I think it got more of a fright than I did! It was a wonderful walk and a day to treasure.

This weekend I’m flying back to Melbourne to spend time with my mother who is still in hospital.

I’ve also read a couple of great books recently. “How We Love” by Milan and Kay Yerkovich. “Sacred Parenting” by Gary Thomas. Very challenging and sometimes confronting reads for me. I’ve still got so much more work to do on me! I’m such a long way from a finished product!

There’s always a bend in the river. We never know what’s around the next corner. We never spend long in quiet pools and backwaters. But the current of life pushes us back again and again into the eddys and swift currents and swirls us around, and rushes us down to the next bend of the river.

I love this quote I read recently from Robert Hastings. “Sooner or later we must realise there is no ideal destination; no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life outdistances us. So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead climb more mountains, eat more ice-cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. ‘Relish the moment’ is a good motto.”