True strength
One of my favourite times of the day is well before dawn, when it is still dark.
This morning, my dawn started at a beachside National Park on the mid New South Wales Coast.
Far from a city, the night sky was a riot of stars.
Birds had not yet begun their day.
A dingo and I had a moment, eying each other curiously, before he trotted off into the bush.
There were dolphins in the bay during my surf.
A black snake left the safety of the van to scoot across the road.
And a blue bottle jellyfish wrapped around my arm, brought in my the northerly winds.
I think about the cruel people running the world.
I would love to drop them into the forest without phones and have them spend at least three months in close relationship with our creatures, particularly the Aussie variety.
I wonder how their arrogance would hold out without hot water, the internet and the local native creatures to keep them company.
Bluster and bravado are easy when you are in your comfort zone.
But behind the photo opportunity jaw thrust up in posturing defiance, are hollow men, facsimiles of strength. It is easy to be the strong man when you have access to every lever of power.
True strength is found when you have nothing and can hold your centre.
The creatures all around me deserve better than the human-created state of the world. The men in power do not care one iota for our creatures. This indicator alone removes all my respect for who they are.
As I type, a bush pigeon runs between my feet.
Photo February 9th 2025, Article written February 9th 2025.
