What does that mean?
Happy to be home? Yes.
But not just that - I am happy to be home, because I am happy.
And I am happy because I have been having a lovely few weeks, firstly, out in the desert (well, Broken Hill anyway) and then visiting Miss Eagle, in her eyrie, in Upper Ferntree Gully, in outer suburban Melbourne.
*****Then I flew home to Robbo, via Canberra, today, and saw my father, and told him about my trip. Somewhere along the way, I managed to thank him for introducing me to seeing the world, with a Sense of Wonder. That is the very essence of why I started to write the Nature of Robertson - to try and help share my own Sense of Wonder about Nature.
A miniature fungus
- perfect in design
In case you have ever wondered, the N (capital "N") in the "Nature of Robertson" is entirely deliberate, in just the same way as traditional religions capitalise the personal pronoun He, when referring to God. (Feminists are welcome to use the capital S, but in truth the tradition started out with God the Father.)
I like to attribute a capital to Nature, to include every aspect of the Universe, of Nature, and of Reality, which I find totally awe-inspiring. From the miniscule gems of the world, such as tiny fungus (above), to the perfection of the design of the wing feathers of a Barn Owl, to giant trees and far greater mountains and valleys, such as the Illawarra Escarpment, above Macquarie Pass (seen at left).
It all spins my mind out. That is the start of the Sense of Wonder.