Belonging

Sometimes I wonder what I am doing here. I remember how this city chick rode a giant wave, got dumped here and stayed. Struggled to lose her sea legs and learned so slowly to love the earth instead between her toes. Now I crave the changing light and seasons, the path of the sweet moon across the night sky, the swallows when they come to nest outside my bedroom window.

And days like today, when I amble down my dirt driveway at sunset with black cockatoos screeching above me as the last rays paint the sky and find a bag full of snake skins shoved in my letterbox with a hastily scribbled note of warning and care, my heart fairly explodes with love for this sweet place.

Home is where you make it and this place has embraced me, accepted me and loves me in a way like none before. Tonight this little fox is very gratefully tucked in her beloved burrow, with the trees and the sky and the stars and all who live and love here too wrapped around me.

Words C. Kerrie Basha, 2015