Even on a damp and cold (by Australian standards) winters day Fox Hill Hollow still stretches out its warm embracing welcome to us, welcoming us into what seems like another world! This world is mossy and quiet, every changing yet timeless and wise, a world that has tiny little eyes that follow you from behind the grasses and trees, like the Wallaby that followed up on our morning walk, stopping just far enough away to secure a good view for her and a too-distant photo for us.
This weekend the night was lit up by a beautiful full moon – a strawberry moon apparently and one that sweeps its bath across the sky, starting its journey from behind our caravan window. Mum tells me that one of her earliest memories of my first days on earth was of me settling to the glow of the full moon that illuminated the sky on my third day of life. I have been smitten ever since and still find silver a peaceful and calming colour and the moons soft glow strangely comforting.
We needed to come out for some quiet time this week, a bit of a recharge of the batteries after a tough couple of months. Stress places an immense toll on the body both Aub and I had been feeling quite sick on and off because of it. Life can get heavy at times. One night of woodland peace doesn’t solve everything but it does create a pause and sometimes that’s all you need to feel like you have slowed the world down enough to step back onto it.
Here’s to tree therapy at Fox Hill Hollow on this hazy winters day and look, I even managed to find a mustachioed face made from poo with Donald Trump hair! I promise I didn’t touch a thing, it was pooped that way 🙂