This time last year we had to prop Ember up with sand so she would stay seated, and now I can hardly keep up with this little ball of energy.
We emerged from our holiday bubble to a world on fire. We are safe where we are, but the haze blanketing the city is a reminder that so many are scared and suffering.
If you haven’t already, please donate to the Victorian Bushfire Appeal or Wildlife Victoria.
I had been feeling utterly exhausted, with an unquiet mind. On our last day I joined the family for their crack of dawn beach visit which I usually sleep through. Instead of being drained I felt a hopeful energy buzzing at the edges of my consciousness. I tried to still my mind whilst walking among the rock pools, but there was still a frenetic buzzing in my brain.
Where the river meets the sea, I looked up with surprise to see Dylan doing a Warrior II pose. “Is this right?” He asked with sincerity. I smiled and joined him in some half forgotten yoga poses on the sand. Less cliched because our lack of skill, which made it all the more fun. There was a sense of relief, and focus. Concentrating on balance, on the body, on the breath. Suddenly things seemed a lot simpler, quieter. I could see I could be happy with less clutter physically and mentally. Just my family, nature and the bare necessities.
Dylan said this was how he felt when he rode, he swam, he surfed. The physicality allowed an overactive mind to relax. I had a new appreciate for his need to be active and away, so he can replenish himself in the face of this modern world we live in. Let’s hope that by writing this here, this little flame of insight can be carried home and nurtured into something meaningful.
