When I was young, maybe four or five, I climbed over the back fence and escaped into the bush. My mum was busy with the babies and didn’t notice.
I walked alone beside a shallow creek. Tall gums stretched their smooth white trunks up out of the ochre coloured earth into a cobalt sky. The edges of the olive green leaves were tinged red. I looked down into the creek and saw pebbles shining red, green, white and ochre beneath water tinged blue by the sky. I’d been raised a God fearing child and remember to this day how clearly I thought – “This is God”.
I stayed by the creek awhile then scrambled back over the fence. My mum was still busy with the babies and hadn’t noticed my absence.
It was, perhaps, the purest moment of freedom I have ever known but still, to this day, I sometimes find God in nature.