As I sidle past the biblical three score years and ten and then some, the sedentary life of everyday moments cocoons me. The daily walks around the garden that morph into 1-2 hours of weeding, pruning, touching, smelling, observing, watching things growing.
Then meals to be prepared, washing to do, occasional bouts of housework.
The daily afternoon walk. Sitting on the deck with a glass of wine as the sun sets. Marvelling at the beauty of this lonely lorikeet as he braves the onslaught of the Noisy Miners to savour the nectar of the Grevillea.
The coast is clear so he tucks in…
Then the enjoyment of reading blogs, commenting/chatting with the blogging community. The days slip seamlessly into weeks and months and suddenly 2 years have rolled by since I was on the road. The routine of every day living in one place has become my way of life.
But my gypsy soul is stirring, nudging me to action. Remembering the excitement of travel, the wonder of discovery. For years I roamed the world, then for 4 years explored Australia. Visited all the major cities, crossed the endless, golden Mitchell grass plains into the outback.
Tramped through the bush and wandered through the verdant rain forests, gazed in wonder at the beauty of West Australian wild flowers spread before me in their carpets of colour. Constant change was my everyday moments.
Those memories are making me restless, tugging at my heart-strings and I’m feeling the urge to roam again.
One place I have not been and the thought of it stirs my imagination. It is in the far west of the New South Wales outback. It is an iconic city steeped in history and stories of a rugged past when pioneers poured into the area in search of riches. The summers are almost unbearably hot. The dust swirls in red clouds coating everything and the winters are bitterly cold. It appeals to my inquisitive nature, I want to see what it is that draws people to this city that in 2015 was declared a heritage city. Yes the whole city is heritage and it is the only city to be honoured with this title. Broken Hill….
“When you think of regional Australia, when you think of mining, when you think of the ethos of Australia, you think of Broken Hill,” Environment Minister Greg Hunt said.
“From Pro Hart to Priscilla to Perilya, it’s a town that covers art and culture and mining and industry and the outback of Australia.
“The silver, the zinc, the incredible resources that have characterised Broken Hill have been the basis upon which so much of Australia has been built.”
So it is with anticipation I start preparing to take to the road again. More in the next post.
Cathy at “Wander Essence” is my inspiration for making preparations. This amazing lady is going to walk the Camino Track next month and her post on her preparation is a great influence to me. Do check it out