When people ask me whether I am a country or a city girl, I don't know how to respond. Nature calls to me in a way nothing else does. I long to be taking a walk through the bush, chasing birds and climbing trees. To me, there is nothing better than a great open plain, wind in my hair, dirt in my toes.
But then I have days like yesterday. When I wander in and among the city streets and am reminded why I love the city. I am reminded how beautiful it really is and why tourists flock by the thousands to see the likes of the white sails of the Opera House or the tall standing Harbour Bridge.
Stephen and I went on a little adventure yesterday to the Vivid Light Festival in Sydney. It was a combination of modern art and electrical installations. There is something about modern art that I truly love. Its kooky shapes and its disjointed lines make no sense but perhaps that is why I love it so much. It's relatable.
You see, I find that my life doesn't make sense half the time. It doesn't flow the way it's supposed to flow. It doesn't follow norms or traditions and quite often it is misunderstood. But there is something beautiful there. There is something beautiful about the untraditional and the 'different'. Half the effort of life is spent trying to find that beauty. It's tricky to see under all that distortion but once you've found it, you can be sure that happiness isn't too far behind.
What did you get up to this weekend? What beauty did you discover?