I am doing a weekly household chore of hanging up my washing.
I look out to the tree tops.
Nature has a way of reminding us of things.
For a few months I have been carrying this restlessness in me.
Haven’t got to the bottom of it yet. (That’s a whole other topic)
However. I see the wind combing its way through the tree tops.
I see the distinctive red under the wings of a purple crested Loerie in mid-flight.
Its like the earth is breathing.
What is the source of that life?
Where did it begin?
I believe in my bones more and more.
I am part of something far bigger.