Usually six stacked shadows precede my path on the final leg of my journey home.
Last night, the path was dimly lit. Filtered light finding it’s way through surrounding vegetation on the boundary of the adjacent Fort Street High School.
The apex of the bridge provided two spotlights; nowhere near enough to light the serpentine structure.
The crossing over the Parramatta Road is usually well illuminated from six floodlights mounted high up on the side of the orange Kennards Self Storage building.
Is this a sign?
Today we went to an exhibition of men’s fashion over the last 300 years at the Powerhouse Museum, Sydney. I enjoyed it, even though the 1980’s barely featured.
After a quick trip on the train to Circular Quay we had a late lunch at Graze at the Museum of Contemporary Art. Delicious beef cheeks served with jus in a Yorkshire pudding. Let down by the lava-less chocolate pudding; I realised that 20 years into the future when we are residents of Twilight Pines, minimum security retirement home that we will be thankful for whatever chocolate high we can get ………
My epiphany for this week is the realisation that going with the flow of transition provides opportunities to enjoy new or seldom experienced tasks like:
- Working as a team
- Planning the adventure
- Reviewing oneself
- Stretching to meet new challenges
- Being present
- Thinking about short and medium term goals with an eye on the vision
As the stars align and things start falling into place, the panic recedes, leaving space for calm.
On Thursday, we arranged for the real estate agent to give notice to the tenants in Brisbane. This is the second step, after electing to take redundancy.
Waning Gibbous Moon 99%, perfect for letting go. The decision has been made, we are moving to Brisbane; my last day of work at UNSW is 31st August 2018. Today, I have drafted my first application for a new role. Aiming to shift my career focus, I am looking at school manager positions in universities.
925 km or 575 miles north.
Excitement and trepidation reign in our house, this weekend.
The Salon du Thé Lounge, Hydro Majestic Hotel has amazing views of the Megalong Valley, Blue Mountains.
Oh, there is also some interesting stained glass.
Winter is the only time I can sit in the Australian sun without burning.
On Thursday, I waited for a colleague to arrive, jacket buttoned up, seeking warmth from my coffee cup. I would rather have been sitting in the shade of a tree, on a hot day.
An unusually warm Autumn has made way for a chilly, bleak Winter.
Every seven or eight years something major seems to happen in my life. I have reached that point again. The choices are to take voluntary redundancy or stay in the place I have worked in since 2010 and try for a new role.
The first option is nicely summed up by the the number zero tarot card, the Fool. I would somewhat blindly be taking a leap of faith. The latter is reflected by the fifteenth major arcana card, the Fool. In many ways my go to position where I feel trapped by the material world. A bird in a gilded cage of my own making.
One is much more riskier than the other and has the benefit of potential growth. The other offers some new challenges in a familiar environment.
I have been wrestling with this conundrum for the last two years. It has taken until now for the workplace change to be officially announced. I have just over one week to decide. What makes it more challenging is that I enjoy working here.
Why the picture of kitchen tools, you ask? This is a black and white decision. It needs to be made for balance and harmony to be restored; peace of mind.
Power lines are part of Sydney’s scenery, running alongside and crisscrossing roads and streets.
The humble timber power pole plays an important role in supporting the cables that connect homes and businesses to the grid.
In the picture above, it also provides lighting.
A new building arises behind Melbourne’s South Bank, adding to the urban growth.