to be seeing … the beach, the bush, the cliffs
to be listening .. the waves, the birds, the people
to be smelling … the ocean, the sand, the seaweed
to be sensing … the moon, the tides, the rhythm
to be touching the wind
to be coming to terms with my vulnerability
I grew up in Point Roadnight, not far from here. This is a piece that I improvised in high school. I called it eternal. It began in my imagination on these beaches.
I relisten to this song every few years, each time hearing it differently. It is like returning to a familiar place, to find that it hasn’t changed, but that I have.
“singer from anglesea”
