Western Australia, aka the End of the Earth

I’ve always heard the expression, “I’d go to the ends of the earth for…” but I never really knew what that meant. If the earth really is round, how can we get to the end?

But today, I think I actually went to the end of the earth.

Standing on a small cliff at Quinn Beach in Western Australia, a bit north of Perth, I felt like I was standing at the edge of the world.

It felt a bit like unlimited possibility to me – nothing but sky and water and horizon, as far as the eye can see. No islands, no ships, no surfers – I don’t think we can get any closer to seeing God.

As I sat in the sand and dug holes with Sally, I looked at a teaspoon of sand. I noticed how many granules were in that tiny teaspoon, and I was wondering how many teaspoons would make up the beach I was sitting on. How many more were hidden under the waves? How many beaches, with how many granules of sand in the world? Mind-boggling.

Then I looked out onto the water. How many molecules of water in one teaspoon of the Indian Ocean? How many shades of blue could I spot? How many waves crested and broke, crested and broke? How many fish in its waters? How many sunsets had it seen?

The sheer abundance of the unknown – the abundance of possibility – was simply awesome to me.

I really “got” a closer look at “unlimited” and at “possibility” and “having it all.”

Mmmm, ain’t life grand?

Australia is phenomenal – every time I come here, I feel like I’m coming home. Seeing Perth (and surroundings) has been a spiritual experience for me. Extreme beauty and rural simplicity…kangaroo crossing signs…outrageously friendly folks…and otherworldly charm.

Mmmm-mmmm-mmmm, I’ll have another helping, please.

QoD: Do you regularly take time to commune with nature, to get a sense of connectedness, of freedom and of unlimited possibility?

If you haven’t done that lately, why not right now?

Go for it!