Alone–a haibun

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Some people hate being alone.   Others, like me, find they need time alone to restore their equanimity.  Today I took a solitary walk through a scrap of scrubland behind the beach.   It is a place that reminds me of the wild places I played in as a young child.  These days I find most scrubland like this is fenced off and the only access is along signposted paths of gravel.  This is one of the few places I’ve discovered along this stretch of coast where I can wander barefoot through ti-tree scrub on overgrown sandy trails.  Already the signs are there that this bit of scrub will soon go the way of the rest of the coast.   There are new access stairs and the paths are being widened by cutting back the trees with chain saws.

                                          

Maybe it was a sense that this wild bushland may not last much longer or maybe it was the intense week I’ve just, for something quickened my awareness. 

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For a brief while it was as if I saw through the eyes of the child I once was and I wandered once again on the threshold of fairyland. 

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20 thoughts on “Alone–a haibun

  1. Beautiful!

    And yes — you need that alone time. I feel like I’m going to go insane when I can’t get that alone time.

    What a shame — I hope you don’t lose these last wild places.

      1. Have you read any Edward Abbey? His “Desert Solitaire” had much to say in this regard. He was *quite* prickly at times … but … quite interesting in terms of solitary time and a need for open spaces.

  2. I too am a fan of solitary walks: that’s when you notice and relish what’s around you. Although company has served me well too: companions have spotted an echidna in the dunes; a native orchid I missed; a surfing swan. Question is, would I have seen them if I hadn’t been focused on company?? I hope you have many opportunities for replenishing solitude. Lovely shot of the birds, particularly.

    1. Yes I agree about echnidas. I never seem to spot them – its always the people I’m with. That’s a good point – walking in the bush with others can be really rewarding too. My daughter spotted an echnida I hadn’t seen just the other day. πŸ™‚

  3. Suzanne, since I’m an introvert. I thrive on solitude. As you, I need to refresh my energy with quietude. But I also need the intersection and stimulation of others. Enjoyed your images along with your sentiments. The area you describer sounds like a lovely area to rejuvenate your soul.

    1. Thanks Sally. These are very good points. I find if I spend too much time alone I get a bit depressed – other people do provide a balance point. At the same time I do relish those times when I can get off by myself and really get into the flow of taking photos. πŸ™‚

  4. Alone time is so important. I live in suburban Philadelphia, but am fortunate enough to have some local parks that are good for wandering. When I was a child, I lived on a large farm of mostly vineyards, and I used to enjoy walking up through the vineyards to the woods at the top of the hill — though I was told in no uncertain terms not to go into the woods because people had become lost in there. Not sure if that was really true or just a way to keep ME from getting lost, but it worked.

    1. Yes I was told not to venture into very wild bush alone when I was child. The place that I was reminded off when I wrote this piece was the remnant bushland behind the suburban housing estate I lived when I was young. Our house was on the edge of the bushland – it’s all gone from there now too. It must have been magical to wander around vineyards when you were a kid – particularly in the autumn.

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