hello, friends. i have no photos this time, and am keeping things brief: i write this from halfway around the world, on the west side of beautiful, rugged australia, and am simply sending out a note to tell you that my heart continues to beat... that there is so much incredible beauty to this vast wide world of ours... that hearts are BIG down here, and dear, and i feel so very loved. i've seen wonderful things, felt an enormous range of emotion. life is such a jolt - and when i see that golden light of the "magic hour", just before the sun dips down below the hills, behind the eucalyptus trees, just as it pours across the surface of the world in front of me and bathes me, my hands, my face with that rich, rich honey light, it is then that i know most of all that i am Alive with a capital A. imagine these things: kangaroos standing in the shadows of moonlight just beyond my cottage door, echoing laughter of kookaburras at dawn and into twilight, morning mist rising from ponds and through twisted wisteria wintered vines, glowing coals within a woodburning stove... familiar smiles in a now-familiar land, the southern cross high in the indigo early evening sky, pale white gum tree bark, tan and black woods that are called the Bush. the smell of a peppermint tree's leaves crushed between finger and thumb. the smell of wood smoke in the cold. a cup of tea made from rain.
picture all of that. it's true. i'm living these things, and they are real. i've gathered them, i hold them, i will remember everything.
there is beloved australia tonight, and tomorrow in daylight, for me. tomorrow night, i fly into the stars and farther back down, on to my treasured new zealand. more wonders are waiting there, for me, yes! for me.
through all of this, i do ache and pine for the love of my mother, my boys, my pup, my home, my sweet guardian angel. the flickering lights of firefly road will be there without me, as summer begins to slow down. i can pine, and live life Big, if i squint my eyes hard and imagine my heart beating as it does in all these many places.
thank you, beautiful women and men of down under. thank you for allowing me to feel all things, thank you for loving me, for showing me the tenderness of far away friends. thank you for laughing and for creating and for stirring the coals. their warmth, in the heart of winter, is a welcome and wonderful thing. xo