We have just come off a full moon and subsequent sizey swell here on the east coast of Australia. Whilst the waves were not perfect, the days and night either side of the moon were time for reflect and consideration of that word – perfection.
In the cabin where we are living just out of Byron Bay, our bodies dismantle peacefully at night with the departure of the sun, and reassemble early with her dawn return. In between there is silence, peaceful and bright. As I lay in bed the silence grows deeper and my body attunes to her melody. I smile as my senses awaken to the depth of nothingness.
The darkness is annulled in the moonlight. The sky above is littered with stars, twinkling like a child’s nursery rhyme. The distant ocean is roaring, alive with nature’s silent energy. Kuni stirs and peers through the bedside glass, the night’s weight dispersing swiftly from his eyes at the sight of the farm’s bordering trees, still in the windless air.