Wild and Hungry by Tim Roberts

When I am swamped or overwhelmed I go to a wild beach. The wilder the weather the sooner the beach tames my demons and restores equilibrium…well, equilibrium for me.

vast sky

wild beach —

one word would be too much

We usually have several kilometres of sand to ourselves - that’s me and Albs, an old, deaf dog who doubles as my spiritual director. We were there today, in bright autumn sun. Oyster catchers ignored us as Albs led us off the beach into the dunes behind it. The wind changed direction and became a strong southerly blowing a freeze up from Antarctica and, as always, there is always one cricket still singing the sweetest summer song into the folds of a southerlie. We offered a dune prayer…may we too sing in the wind revelling in life like the crazy crickets…and we pushed on….

next…a hatful of dragons.