Rising in the dark to walk through the bush at Arakwal National Park, the early sounds of expectant birds, chattery frogs and foamy waves guiding my way. It’s always a childlike pleasure to see the potential of a new day rise up out of the ocean, uninterrupted.
There is another woman just down the beach, greeting the day with a vigorous sun salutation – yet that all seems too busy for me. I sit quietly and look out to sea, absorbing the change in light as a surfer heads out in to the break.
Birds fly in and out of the changing glow and I take in that beautiful but always weighty feeling of being completely alone in the landscape. Lucky enough to have access to such peacefulness, I listen to my own thoughts and realise I still have plenty of ‘work’ to do.
As the beautiful poet Rumi wrote: The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.
I am listening.