Three experiences over the last 24 hours have made me feel like I’m on drugs.
1. Last night I lay on a trampoline and looked up at stars. There’s zero light pollution in the bush, of course. The Australian sky includes something called the Southern Cross, which I only sort of knew about from the Crosby Stills and Nash song. I think in the song it had something to do with sailing. Anyway, last night the stars were so bright and numerous that there seemed to be tiers and layers and levels of them, suspended at different lengths from beyond the tippity-top of the universe.
2. This morning I sat with two wombats in their enclosure and communed with them in such a way that everything felt like it was going in slow motion. Maybe that’s what being in the moment is all about. I don’t have a lot of practice being present but I think the wombats are changing that.
3. Then, today Donna’s fundraising partner took me on a tour of Canberra (the country’s capitol, and a way underrated city) and to the National Gallery. We spent most of our time in the Aboriginal wing and once again…mind blown:
This is so beautiful. Thank you.
I love reading about your adventures. Makes me miss you a little less. Mostly I like the photo of you and your buddy. You smiley bean xxxx