Posted by: Paul Sheringhams blog: a place of running dreams come true | August 21, 2016

Moments of clarity

 I wish my thoughts weren’t not so clouded by fear and despair, so that the beauty of this world could come through more clearly,  rather in those all too rare moments of clarity.

Last weekend I was walking down from Haystack Mountain and I looked at and touched the soft papery bark of a Tea-tree trunk; bark that peels off in spongy layers. I wrapped my hand around the thin trunk, and held it in my palm. The late sun was falling below the line of red-brown canopy trees. Suddenly my thoughts became so clear, what a incredible thing that tea-tree really is. I am alive and experiencing this, a miracle. That is what it is, a miracle.

Those rare moments of clarity when I wake up from this fog of fear, and realise I am alive. This impermanent thing called life, and I am running out of years, and wasting my time on a useless broken record of worry.



  1. yes, I think, that artists are here to help others…. to wake up – to point out the glorious beauty that nature shows us.
    Which, Paul, in my opinion You Do – so well with your evocative and always beautiful, morning photographs. I appreciate them. and you. it takes a special person to get up and go do that. as well as being able to get the shot just right.
    your captures in time are bright spots of loveliness for me 🙂

  2. Thanks so much Debi, I don’t communicate so well in person, so the opportunity to communicate something of beauty through my photography is very important to me.

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