Woombah Woods and Grafton

9 Jan 2006
sometime around lunch-ish - don't know. couldn't be arsed getting up and finding out.

we finally really left this morning. we drove south a few hours to Woombah Woods Caravan Park - a definite must for the budget traveller. for $25each we have a cabin that would sleep 6, with a toilet, fridge, tv, microwave and outdoor entertaining area. yes, we know we said we were going to camp, but given it has been raining for days, we decided that wasn't a good idea. day one and we're already struggling with the whole roughing it thing.

4pm-ish. The Slab of Zen.

Fear is a strange thing. i found this awesome old stone table in the middle of nowhere in the bush, but with a view of farms and hills and puffy white cloud-like trees (a beautiful, peaceful place). to get here ihad to swallow my fear of snakes and spiders (all the snakes were sticks, and the cobweb was my own hair...) but it was too special a place not to come here. i really wanted to come here to draw, so i go my art bag, made myself a coffee, and forced myself to trek across country to this spot. i sat on the stone slab (most comfortable stone slab in the world, highly recommended for the stone slab connoiseur), picked up my pencil, and promptly convinced myself i wasn't really able to draw anyway, and put it away again. i don't seem to fear writing, that flows from me like vomit from a drunken leonian (in technicolour!) - perhaps because i was "taught" art and not writing, the same way i was "taught" piano but not singing, so i feel like i can sing anything, while i struggle to see myself as anything but incompetent on the piano.

well, this trip for me is about facing fears and experiencing everything i can, so drawing here i come.

(a little while later)

interestingly enough, i did end up drawing something - a tiny little scared, hidden grass dryad.
I like her.