“I watch an ant carry a downy feather up the tree trunk, manouvering over burls and bark and turning in circles as though the pair are waltzing..“
A the edge of dawn I sit ensconced in my coccoon of sheets, tucked into my nest in the canopy. The morning trickles down over the far side of the ridge and into the gully. To the eye, everything is stillness, but the air is alive with birdsong, invisible waves that ripple down through the valley.
The minutes drip drop with the viscosity of honey, so I take my time with each task – slicing my apple into segments, savouring the sensation as the knife glides through the flesh, the sweetness and crunch between my teeth.
I watch an ant carry a downy feather up the tree trunk, manouvering over burls and bark and turning in circles as though the pair are waltzing.
I follow the ant and climb my way into the upper branches, peering down at the forest floor. There is a chunky black lizard sunning himself on a mound made by a lyrebird. A beetle careens in circles about me, curious. Finally he lands on my hand, and we ponder each other for a moment. Golden green with a small black spot, segmented antennae…and then it is off again. Places to be, things to do.
Join us at the Community Camp:
Ellenborough Falls, Elands, NSW, 2429.
Directions are simple: Search for Ellenborough Falls, it’s on Tourist Route 8 if you’re coming from the Pacific Highway.