Twelve months ago, on this day, I was saying goodbye to Texas and heading home after the most amazing adventure of my life.
Little did I know that I would also be saying goodbye to a friendship that had been the original motivation for the trip only a few short months later.
It has been a rollercoaster of a year, emotionally. And I confess to wondering if perhaps when the magical date of the anniversary rolled around, there might have been a break in the silence.
Which then led me to wonder if that was what I really wanted.
I don’t know. I am still a little confused as to what I did that was so terrible that led to me being “ghosted” but in the end, perhaps I am better off and it is his loss as we all know that I am pretty bloody awesome (and so humble about it too)
I do know that when you are standing on the edge of a cliff with the immense expanse of the southern ocean in front of you, you gain a much better perspective of what is really important. As massive waves crash on rocks formed from volcanoes millions of years ago, you realise just how precious and fragile life is, how we need to embrace the positive, accept that the past has happened, and it is better to look forward instead of back. (especially when walking on the edge of a cliff)
If you look closely, very closely, at this photo, you will see what I mean. Hubby is in there somewhere. A tiny speck, dwarfed by mother nature’s magnificence.
This holiday we have just taken is about as different from the USA trip as you can imagine.
Instead of towering buildings, it was immense cliffs and glorious coastlines.
Instead of fancy hotels, it was a shack right on the beach, where we could watch the sunlight play on gentle waves and the only sounds were of seabirds and hubby gently snoring as he napped on the couch.
Bitumen roads were traded for dirt and rock tracks, pavements for incredibly white sandy beaches and we could go for hours without seeing another human being at even the most popular of tourist destinations.
There was no squirrels, but we saw dozens of emu with chicks, lizards including a beautiful goanna and of course kangaroo.
For this burnt out city girl, it was as close to paradise as you can get.
I took my paints. I had ideas of placing the easel on the beach and painting something fabulous “en plein air”.
Lets just say it was a learning experience.
I learned that acrylic paints dry much too quickly in a sea breeze. I learned just how hard it is to keep within a frame without some sort of viewfinder to assist.
I learned that fly repellent is pretty much useless against sticky little bush flies determined to get in your eyes, nose and mouth.
And I learned that flies do not understand (or simply choose to ignore) ” Fuck OFF you little mongrel bastards” said with passion and much waving of hands.
Flies also become “walks” after landing in bright yellow paint.
But despite not creating a masterpiece while away, I have come home with so many “potential painting” ideas and plenty of inspiration to last me a while.
Like this guy. Painted in the comfort of my studio.
Before I finish this post I just want to say a bit of a thankyou to my dear blogger friend Pickelope. As I said in the start of the post, it was a bit of a week of mixed emotions and to be the subject of such a beautiful blog post, was incredibly uplifting. You can read what he had to say here – A tribute to you.
With beautiful friends like him and all the rest of you, I am truly blessed (even if some people think I am crazy)
There are a few more holiday pics on my insta – link on the side bar. Time for me now to finish this off. The sun is out and I still have a few more days of holiday left to enjoy.
With smiles and hugs