I’ve done this walk with Harry many times before. Yet this morning there seemed to be something special in the air.
Around the misty wetlands the birds were especially loud. Black and white cockatoos, galahs, magpies, lorikeets, they all seemed to be singing in unison.
It sounded like a chorus, a concert of nature with all the wild birds playing their own part.
I felt surrounded and immersed, it was eerie and strangely moving.
As I walked I remembered the dream I had last night. It was a strange, electrifying dream that’s had me thinking.
Everything seems to be shifting in my world, and sometimes I feel a bit off kilter but I think I’m heading in the right direction.
I had a sudden urge to get back to my car and drive to the Kangaroo Ground Memorial Tower, barely fifteen minutes away.
From there you can see over the valley and the city skyline. I felt a strong pull.
So after my walk, instead of going home that’s where I headed.
On the way there I had the radio on and, changing stations, came across Ariana Grande’s live version of “One last time” she performed at the benefit concert in Manchester.
As I listened to the crowd join in with her singing, my heart felt like it was expanding.
So many people, united in song, music and love, sang out her words. It was spine tingling.
In that moment, alone in my car (except for Harry) I shed some tears, thinking of the reason for the concert, thinking of the innocent lives lost in London.
Then I wiped them away. And I sang along, loudly, crazy woman that I am, as though I was in that crowd.
I rejoiced in being alive and for my world. It might be simple and ordinary but I give thanks for all of it.
Arriving at the Memorial Tower I walked through the grounds. I’ve been there plenty of times before but never so early in the morning and when the day was so still.
The views were the same, peaceful, sprawling and punctuated with Aboriginal art work and dew on the grass, yet it felt new.
“Take a moment and view this special place through other eyes” reads the art work.
It felt like I was seeing it for the first time. Perhaps I was.
The artwork on the viewing platform seemed particularly poignant for my mood.
“Singing, Dancing, Ceremony, Celebration” the art read.
I thought of the benefit concert in Manchester and everyone united in compassion and love.
Dancing, singing and celebrating life.
I even thought of my recent Zumba night at Arthur’s Creek and how uplifted and energised I felt amongst new friends and music.
By the time I left the viewing platform, the sun had well and truly risen. The birds seemed to have flown leaving an unpredictable canvas and new day ahead.
I had such an urge to get home and write this post and I realised, while driving back, what a gift we all have.
In our own small part of the blogosphere and each of us with our own unique voice, we have such power.
We have the power to spread love, to inspire, to make others laugh and cry, and think and ponder, all the time spreading kindness in the world.
As we head into June my wish is for love to triumph over fear, for music to move us over mayhem and a sense of love and friendship to unite us all.
Let’s all continue to do our bit.
In light and love and strength.
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