I love the sand dunes of Australia... I think that the days of our lives are similar to the winds blowing across the desert plains.
We cannot see the beginning and we cannot see the end, but we lift our heart and walk with the winds across the dry dusty desert.
Motion can be strong, pervading, carving and persistent.
Golden hills are built by the winds of time.
Let the winds prevail.
Patterns and lines, curves and troughs.
Listless, gentle, evasive and touching.
Never ceasing, endless and timeless.
A river of sand. (This sight took me by surprise, I watched as a small river of sand moved seemingly without aid from one place to another. As I ventured closer I realised the invisible wind was the creator of this phenomena.)
Somewhere over the horizon, great promises.
Finding the view.
A future and a promise.
Visions to fulfil.
Life or death, strength or weakness.
But the big year, full of spectacular sightings is without significance if we do not learn to accomplish the daily.....
...the practical....succinctly, completely and wholeheartedly.
Let the day begin.
I have many thoughts, plans and ideas running around in my mind for 2018. However I understand that it's the daily routine that will get me to the end. It is going to be a good year!