All The Hidden Places

Photography by Tim Walker

Finally the sun peeks his head from behind those perfect storm clouds and we each begin to venture out, tentative forays into the debris.

I find myself caught between worlds as my life transitions on new wings. Between my love of the quiet country life and the fresh excitement of the big busy city. Between solid old friends and the shiny new people I am crossing paths with daily now. Between my old familiar routine and the strange new path unfurling in front of my wide eyes.

Coffee now smells like the grit and crunch of this perpetual motion and is soundtracked with traffic instead of birdsong. The dark of the night is always lit and it feels like an ice age since I have sat with the bright lady. And yet the allure of the city from whence I came enchants me, her strange charm casting a spell over me that draws me effortlessly into her world.

As I wrangle with my resistance to the constant change that my whirling dervish mind invites, my eyes fall to Ganesh in the city, winking at me from a laneway with trunk upturned and a knowing in those eyes that peers into my very soul. Each of his hands bear a message and all at once my obstacles remove, new pathways forge and veils are lifted. Knowledge is not attached to an environment. King tides always bring fresh currents. Magic remains tucked in all the hidden places.

Words c. Kerrie Basha 2015