Tag: adventure

Posted in Mindful Moments, Thought Provokers

A Mini Mindful Moment Unveiling Ideas Light from within Darkness Akin to a Precious Gem

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Picture in your mind a moment a gem deep in a rocky area of our earth,
Completely surrounded in a way only it can fit where it is,
For ’tis where it’s been formed thus knows of no other place,
Where element by element it’s grown and evolved into its hugging encase.

Eventually comes a moment when ’tis uncovered by an ambitious miner,
Whom has tirelessly dug their way from the surface down to this point,
Both covered in dirt their light defines sparkles to experience galore,
For this moment is a beginning unlike any other thats come before.

The minor elated is now tasked with the element of extraction,
Of this enchanting gem they’ve found delicately so as to reduce chances of fraction,
Far from an easy task they shall succeed this time with minimal distraction,
As completely removing this gem shall bring them a moment of immense satisfaction.

Soon the gem ’tis hit with sunshine for the first time in its existence,
With a stronger intensity to the lamp it sparkles and reveals glimmers,
Of it’s enchanting beauty all the more to the delight of all whom see,
It’s beauty giving shivers to all whose imaginations upon such a thing simmers…

Once cleaned of dirt all is revealed ~ for this gem shan’t disappoint,
All that once was hidden from view ’tis now uncovered to view with ease,
Rainbows myriad through its being like magic to brighten the dullest of moments,
Potential now realised that for this beauty shall be far from a squeeze.  
 
Ones creations too are much like this gem ~ hidden deep within our mind...
Until we eventually discover and in turn craft them into being,
With hopes the whole world can one day see them glimmer and shine in kind.
Adjourn For support to bring your creations into the light.

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

A Poetic Moment Appreciating an Outback Moon

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When ’tis summertime in the Australian Outback,
Water becomes life ~ be it water sports, drinks, or sprinklers…
Bush fires burn away debris, storms wreak havoc washing so much away,
And venturing outside in the over 40 degree midday is generally dodged by shade seekers…

Thus while the sun prefers set way after 8pm and children rebel going to bed,
One cannot help but enjoy the soft replenishing cool of the midnight moon,
Whilst she boldly illuminates the vast, clear, star strewn Outback skies,
Allowing all to work their nights away in the cooler weather as it looms.

For even on the darker nights when she shan’t shine as brightly,
The glow of the moon or lack of still brings her element though more lightly,
 Allowing all to take reprieve from the long days epically sweltering heat,
In turn in places bringing a welcomed chill that one gratefully finds sweet.

For ’tis when the plants come back to life after wilting in the sun all day,
The time when the animals enjoy coming out to eat and play,
As surviving the Australian Outback’s summer day’s an endurance task in the least,
Even for those designed to withstand the elements be they bird, plant or beast… 

Thus why in the summer the moon’s intensity shines so boldly a reprieve,
Allowing all to replenish their body’s and souls ‘fore in the morn she takes her leave,
As when the dawn chorus refreshed from a cooler night take their stage to gently sing,
The sun shall rise to announce again ’tis yet another long hot day now commencing.
Posted in Bush poetry, Poetry

Once Upon an Adventure…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Rubber to red sand whilst the sun’s just awake,
Summertime memories for children ’tis time to make,
Thousands of kilometres of bitumen lies further ahead,
Lacking phone reception creates an element to dread…

Yet once the wildlife adjourns to sleep for the day,
Only holes in the road and whining stands in your way,
For going anywhere from the outback ’tis an endurance task,
Despite the fun road trip element it is not something for the faint hearts.

Wheel turn by wheel turn passing only one or two others,
One may soon realise six hours have gone by in a blur,
You start questioning your sanity in deciding to undertake such a trip,
Though the reasons in their excited smiles give you a conclusion to concur…

Destination after destination filled with family/friends and fun,
A giant cow, extremely oversized fruit, and a golden guitar,
Winding by rivers along backroad’s albeit by accident,
Can make a bush to beach and back road trip more interesting by far!

Though there’s always an element of when wheels return to bull dust,
That makes coming home such a bittersweet delight,
Reducing future adventures plans to the back of one’s mind to lust,
As storm’s roll through rinsing them away from one’s conscious plans sight.
Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

Why We Leave The Seraphic

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
On our paths we often find ourselves facing many a challenge,
For life would be rather monotonous near boring if there were none,
Though we may prefer the easy routes within our comfort zones,
That can actually distance us from our core path and a lot of fun.

For if life were all seraphic moments of bliss with cake and tea,
We’d never grow to grasp the chaotic adventures that await,
Never know the full intensity of what life can have in store for us,
Never experience the ecstatic moments that exist ‘till it’s too late.

Thus why we’re often encouraged to get out of our comfort zone,
By those whom have often already experienced what they’re asking of us alone,
It’s an invitation to become exposed to a new element though you may groan,
For those open to flow lead more fulfilling lives than those mentally set in stone.

Which is why we leave the seraphic on new adventures from time to time,
Though we believe we prefer the mundane bliss to be sublime,
It’s monotony can stagnate our ability to grow and entwine,
With the elements we need to thrive and bloom into ourselves in kind.
Posted in Bush poetry, Poetry

Bush Ridin’

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Venturing along a dusty bush track,
Wind messing with your hair,
Dust flies where rubber or hoof meet ground,
There’s very few things to this compare.

Be it your choice of ute style, horse, or bike,
The blue grey bush land blurs on by,
As one becomes as one with their chosen ‘beast’,
Beneath an aquamarine shade of sky.

Winding tracks vs long dirt roads,
Dirt mound jumps ‘n’ obstacles to master,
Canine friends running loyally along beside,
May few be the unexpected hole or branch disaster.

For riding through the Aussie bush,
Can bring a clearing of one’s mind,
A freeing feeling that blows away debris,
That can constrict us to a negative energetic bind.

And even if the red dust tracks one rides,
Are ones you’ve ridden many a time before,
Each time is still filled with that same sense of adventure,
Of wonderment of what this time may have in store!
Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

Off Upon a Bushwalk!

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Boots on ‘n’ out the door,
For ‘tis winter outback once more!
The safest season to head into the Aussie bush,
To go camping, play and explore!

Post planning, supplies packed, checkin’s organised,
Venturing through the bushland can be an adventure to open eyes,
For autumn rains and cooler weather trigger winter’s abundance,
Though sans knowledge or local guidance the bush can be a fool’s demise…

Yet when one’s off upon a bushwalk on a clear, cool afternoon,
One can revel in wonders to be found all around,
From wildlife equally enjoying the crisp winter air,
To the rainbow of parrots, wrens and finches singing sweetly their own sound.

There’s fuzzy rain created moss covering’s beneath many a tree,
Tall seed headed grasses wave upon the gentle breeze,
Many are gum loaded with buds soon to flower,
The energy of the bushland’s generally one to empower;

Then comes the element of discovering that which came before,
With Animal tracks, that long forgotten now overgrown and near ancient trees galore,
Thus exploring in the amazing Australian bushland is far from ever a bore,
For one can never know exactly what each bushwalk has in store!

Posted in Poetry

Tìoraidh 2023!

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Tìoraidh 2023! We’re glad to see you end!
Though I am sure you’ve had some positive moments somewhere,
More than your allocated mayhem did you send,
You’ve blown people apart in more ways than can be counted,
And rippled disasters globally like dominoes upon a slimy bend.

I know I’m not the only one that prays in their way for 2024,
For all the pain and mayhem you, 2023 have contained,
To swiftly find their way with you out the door,
Though reality brings the fact that January 1st is just but a day,
It does however bring a glimmer of possibility… of hope… that sweeter times may grace the floor.

And so we welcome forth 2024’s blank slate,
Hoping Mercury’s retrograde mayhem be just the first thing to turn right,
And that there be so many more things you shift towards green pastures gate,
Showing lives around this exhausted planet towards reprieve,
Before that which we’ve been enduring takes its toll making you too late. 

‘Fore most of us can’t take much more,
Of what we’ve been served in this past few years,
Despite our evolution, our growth, our enlightenment to what we can do galore,
We are still human thus have limits to what we can actually survive,
Before we can no longer spread our wings to soar! 

Thus please just bring forth 2024’s lineup already!
Though may it please be a year to bring the past few into balance, 
Bringing prosperity and peace with a harmonious beat and a lighthearted melody,
A whole year inspiring worldwide bliss, love and gratitude towards the lives we live,
With a positive abundant flow for all to be equally heavy and steady. 

🙂 HAVE A REJUVENATING NEW YEAR OF BLESSINGS EVERYONE!!
Posted in Poetry, The Bushman Series

The Bushman and the Pirates.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai

Featuring guest illustrator: Aiden Bhattarai

Early one morning, The Bushman set out, 
To check on his grazing heard,
Before heading off to the seaside,
For his sister had sent urgent word.

That a pirate in his mighty ship,
Was plundering the eastern coast,
Waving his sword and issuing orders,
Whilst munching on Vegemite toast.

He had stolen from all, be they rich or poor,
Be it jewels, gems or a child's lolly pop,
So The Bushman's sister had asked him,
To come try to get the pirate to stop.

As The Bushman rode overland,
He wondered how he could,
Cease the evil pirate plundering,
Everywhere his crew n he stood.

Within two days The Bushman arrived,
At his sisters artsy beachside home,
Where shell and driftwood art line walls, 
And the floor is sand covered stone.

'Twasn't long till The Bushman brave,
Got to meet the nasty buccaneer,
Who was causing all the trouble,
'N' creating so much fear.

He was swiping The Bushman's saddle bags,
Right off of his chestnut horse,
When The Bushman came out,
 words blazing, using all of his vocal force.

The Pirate, instead of fleeing the scene,
Drew his sword advancing fast,
The Bushman, determined to beat him,
Grabbed a bamboo stick as he ran past.

A mighty battle had now begun,
The evil pirate verse The Bushman brave,
Bystanders wondering which may win,
All hoping The Bushman wouldn't cave.

Clanging and banging filled the air,
As courageous Bushman fought on,
Defending the Pirates every move,
Waiting for him to get it wrong.

To discover who wins this clash with sheer wit and how they resolve the pirates inconveniant mayhem please venture beyond the portal below!

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