Sturt Desert Pea

By Jenny Benham

I woke one morning three weeks ago. Nothing special – Air crisp – Sky grey

I removed all memory of the night.

With caution, l placed my feet upon the floor

Hands gripped the chilled handles of my frame.

The arch of light from my torch outlined the shadows of my day.

What happened to the time when I marked the path, when I set the pace.

What happened to the time when it really felt like it was my race

I sat and waited for the knock on the door – suppressing the frustration that I could not start my day alone any more.

This day my mood like the sky was grey, the shadows in my head would not go away so with pen, pencil and paper stacked upon my frame l went outside to wait for my taxi in the rain

But

It was here,  just by the curb, that a glint of colour caught my eye. I turned my head with little expectation but there before me – no it couldn’t be, but  – there was a perfect, unbelievably beautiful red and black Sturt Desert Pea.

Bark Chips, Low cut tree stump and a Sturt Desert Pea – it had to be fake but in all its perfection it was indeed real. 

I took out my phone and set my inner photographer free. I wobbled and shook and clicked  away until the taxi came and broke up my photo shoot that day.

Every morning when all that must be done is done l go back to that special spot outside – l look at the flower as it goes through nature’s cycle. I know this plant will be absorbed back into the earth but I will for ever think of the resilience, endurance and adaptability of this incredible plant. I look at my photos but see more than just a beautiful flower ‘ I see hope, strength and power.

The power of Being.

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