It’s always the simple things we miss … a home cooked meal, walking out the front door to go somewhere, basking in the sunlight, the wind on our skin, sand or dirt under our feet, swimming in water, being able to stand next to somebody without fear

After a week away from home, my youngest son asked when I was returning home because he missed me and that footy starts July 25 2020. “I don’t know” I responded. Whenever I used to receive such a response from the boys, knowing that I knew that they knew, I used to say, “well ifContinue reading “It’s always the simple things we miss … a home cooked meal, walking out the front door to go somewhere, basking in the sunlight, the wind on our skin, sand or dirt under our feet, swimming in water, being able to stand next to somebody without fear”

I’ve always been fascinated with people who can do the same thing day after day, year after year, decade upon decade, serene in their routine.

Finally I realised, they accept where they are and what they’re doing. Now I know to forage with presence, even though I have no idea what I’m looking for or where I’m going. I assume that’s called faith 🤯 which I’ll need when I’m base jumping. Photos courtesy of Lance Marley -August 2014