Nothing I have ever done prepared me for Jesters Flat, Margaret River
…….
Beautiful Perth.
My final few hours before returning to ‘the real world’
Enough time to marvel at what had happened over the past week at Jester’s Flat
Enough time to marvel at what happened when seven women, unknown to one another arrived in a place unknown to any of them, and challenged themselves to a completely new experience.
And what happened was that I found, in that a week a glimpse
of His creation in all its glory.
Birds of remarkable colour and sounds more varied and sweeter than any music created by man.
Grasses, flowers, trees of every shape and hue – so many variations of blue, baby blue, dusky blue, egg shell blue, blue blue light blue; as many pinks as there are adjectives; every variation of white imaginable and then the yellows, oranges, purples, mauves, reds and every shade of green. Some tiny delicate plants last but a few hours and are as small as a finger nail, some stand bold and strong for hundreds of years, each a miracle of design and detail.
Only with His palette on His canvas, can these colours work so beautifully
and not jar the eye.
I found a sky that brooded over us, kept us jacketed but honoured us all the same by not wetting us.
A sun that teased us, warming us intermittently and unexpectedly filtering through the forest or lighting up the fields and fields of yellow daisies, until finally it exposed itself totally to reveal a sky of such blue blue our eyes were opened to a world of promise; shining new growth on the trees, shimmering in the light, red clover stark and strong alongside the vines which ran so straight and neat beside us.
Kangaroos by the score looking at us as we looked at them, scampering away, with their young sometimes peeping at us from a snug pouch and at other times hopping alongside their mothers. Was there ever a stranger creature?
Cows always curious running up to stare at us, eyes luminous and vacant at the same time.
Sheep taking no notice of us at all.
All though, taking notice of the season, and dropping young as Spring arrives with That promise of new life.
And of course I found the horses.
The reason we were all here.
These four legged creatures; as strong as an ox and as gentle as a baby, as wild as it’s possible to be and then again as submissive, as yielding as gentle as imaginable.
There is nothing in the world quite like sitting astride a horse which weighs hundreds of kilos, and working with it to move, stop, walk, trot, canter, turn on a dime all with subtle body movements and a tiny metal piece in its mouth. Having said that, they can be capricious and unpredictable, kicking and pulling for no reason and then again be kind and loving and snuggle you for no reason too (or perhaps it can smell that Apple 😜)
And all the while seven women share their stories, their dreams, their fears.
They offer encouragement, a helping hand, a laugh, a glass of wine, a smile.
They stretch themselves doing things never done before (like trying to play polocrosse 😂😂😂)
They bond through a common love of horses and all that they experienced Through that love, in that place.
And for one week His plan for creation shone; people and nature worked together in perfect harmony. Each leaving with a sense of being part of ‘what’s possible’ ; linked forever through Jesters Flat – a very special time
We were probably riding 🙂
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