We listened with mouths open as he'd tell us of Hobbies over his house and birds we'd never heard of, let alone dreamed of, at the local gravel pits. My friend and I decided to join the local YOC group that, by chance, was led by an energetic middle-aged rock-n-roller called George. What were those birds creeping around? It was no good I had to find out more. My bird watching started modestly with walks in the local woods stalking Jays, Woodpeckers and little brown things.
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I couldn't watch enough TV programmes on wildlife and wounded or abandoned birds turned up in the kitchen on more than a couple of occasions. Looking back, I can't remember a time when I wasn't fascinated by nature. Sometimes though, they can seem two different worlds. The spectacles I witness are the raw materials for many paintings, from Texan hawks chasing ten million bats, to polar bears asleep on the tundra. You see, leading wildlife tours is a delight, and brings together my two passions of nature and art.
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The trouble is, I so enjoy the variety of pursuits that, at this moment, are part of my life. Then there's that other old chestnut 'Jack of all trades.' Yes, I know how it ends, and I'm constantly aware that my divisions of labour can leave me never mastering and finishing all those paintings that chase around my head. At this moment, perhaps wildlife artist, tour leader and occasional writer would fit. Artist and occasional tour leader looked like becoming tour leader and occasional artist for a while. Just what do I do? My job description has expanded somewhat over the years. No, there is something more fundamental at stake and it concerns a question that I've been asked several times now 'so when are you going to get a proper job then?' You see, compared to doctors, farmers, tornado pilots and ninety per cent of the working population I guess I don't qualify for a proper job. Then there's Grasshopper and Savi's Warbler that always keeps me reeling. Long-billed Dowitcher and Short-billed Dowitcher proves tricky every time. Eyes closed, captivated by the steady rhythm, there’s nothing we can do, nothing we want to do, but listen to the most important part of our existence speak out to us, reach out to us, give life to us.Īnd so the heartbeat, the most essential thing to anything that breathes, shouts to us, and only us, only to the ones who listen.Not for the first time I face a crisis of identity. The two sounds, feelings, small and silent to anyone but us, are the only things I hear, and the only thing you feel. Your hand is on my neck, and I can feel the pressure, and the pounding of the blood running through my veins.
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My head is on your chest, and I can feel your heartbeat, steady, loud, alive. There is nothing to disturb us, nothing to force us to move, or talk, or do anything else. My mind goes back to the quiet, sleepy moments with you. I always remember these moments, where few things matter but the constant sound of life thumping gently inside our bodies. And the moments when we do stop and concentrate on that core can send shivers down our spines, relax us, distract us, collapse our consciousness of the world outside our mind: the physical and material hustle and bustle. We walk through our lives immersed in the clamor and the rush of the people, machines, and animals around us, but we never breath deeply, never close our eyes and shut everything out, shut society out, and just focus to the constant and unfaltering beating of our hearts, our cores.
But what we seem to ignore most, unless of course our life hangs on its fervency, is the beating of our heart, the beating of the one thing can keeps us walking, laughing, screaming and tapping endlessly. We walk through our lives, listening to others, listening to the footsteps and the laughs and the screams and the obnoxious tapping noises that never go away. I chose to write about the significance of a heartbeat.Ī heartbeat the most essential thing to anything that breathes. We were asked to think of one moment in time, a small one preferebly, that made us think or that influenced us in some way.