Breathe In

There are babies everywhere. Indigo and ink fluff-balls on long legs follow the Swamphen, Moorhen and Coots. They are such kind and gentle parents The ducks have been baby-ing for a couple of months now, but there are new clutches appearing. The youngest raven was chattering away this morning, and the sky was the dapple grey of brumbies on the Kosciusko plains.

I read something beautiful this morning, I thought you might love too. “When we experience beauty, something in us knows this. Our sensible skin knows. Our breathing chest knows. Our eyes, taking in light, and radiating light outward with every gaze, know. We know that we are part and parcel of this grand exchange. We know we are family” Andreas Weber, Skincentric Ecology, in Kinship Vol.4