Kookaburras sense change. They also sense people. If you're lucky, and they live close by, you may feel part of their family. I do.Old Amos is right. 1 of many stories. Some years ago, I moved from mountain top to partway down the mountain. On one packing day, 2 kookaburras flew either side of my homebound car. After moving, kookaburras appeared. Neighbours said never around here before. Still here. pic.twitter.com/xpMg6ZDZHJ— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 6, 2020
It is now more than a year since my life took a tragic turn. I feel the kookaburras check on me. I can be sitting here at my computer and happen to look out the window. There, on the verandah railing, quite regularly, is a kookaburra watching me...and stays there awhile...
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Welcome to 2020 (and beyond we hope)...the year the world overturned with covid-19. This blog is intended to be an insight into my experiences this year - being wary of infection, but learning to live - see, think, wonder - differently. If you choose to comment, be supportive please. Thank you. Be safe. Namaste.