Sitting outside on the porch. listening to the early morning life. The low hum of distant traffic, intermittent birds squawking, slow sounds punctuating the sunrise. the coffee courses through my system. i’m preparing to run out in the landscape i can see stretched out before me. as i sit and take in the space, the peaceful place of my own i have found. the kids are at mum.s the neighbour;s away, no one in the Air BnB next door, I feel grateful. its not a gratitude born of having nothign to worry about, or no pain. its being grateful to be alive, and to have enough peace to find a place to move forward gently and engage with life today. grateful for something spacious and light to offset the grief and support what’s next.
Field Notes From the Desert, Outback NSW
