A cascading waterfall is muralled on the wall.  A gathering of drops from dew, drizzle, diversion and dreams rolling like an enlarged hourglass opening a cornucopia of possibility.  There, on that leaf, a rainbow drop promising the glory of grace.  The mural painted by Jesse Bell for the Darwin Street Art Festival captures the value of water in this place at the desert fringe.

The vast horizon washes into the forever future where sky and water meet.  Walking on water is not so easy, but walking in the sky is eternally difficult.  Yet, beyond the horizon they are one and the same.

At the edge of the ocean “house plants” struggle as if they were in some northern-hemisphere home.  Leaves failing, spindled stems stretching and a cascade of new leaves promising.  These are the watermarks of time.  Across the horizon blue de-marks blue and tones polarize the bright sky.

There is a penchant in our times for restoration, rehabilitation, reconciliation and renewal yet at the timeline nature overrides our best laid plans.  The Genesis of our living is never about our ability to recreate but rather the eyes to see the watermarks of Grace. On the restored dunes a new growth, roots holding the sands of time and winds pruning the bonsai of the next generation — leaving us to marvel at how the Genesis of life nurtures life.