reflections on the past - Canberra

Recently my Dad and I returned to Canberra to look back at our roots. Neither of us was born in Canberra but we both spent some of our formative years there: Dad was a boarder at Canberra Grammar School and I went to University at the ANU. This trip help me to see how far I had come since that time, not so much in terms of financial or career success, but in terms of a maturing of outlook and of spiritual depth.

Here are a few pictures from the trip. I particularly like the second one which is in the Sculpture Garden at the National Gallery of Australia. A divine place that in the golden light of an autumn afternoon was alive to the happy voices of dozens of tiny wrens skipping in and out of the foliage picking up tiny crumbs from between the flagstones.