Like footprints in the sand which slowly fade away, my thoughts swiftly flow through, whilst the wind blows my sun scorched face here in Golden Bay. The sea, symphonically rushing its way through the pebbles which rest upon the sea bed. Nothing to see accept the sun, slowly fading away in the horizon reflecting its warmth for the last moments of the day. I look up towards the skies, and all I can see is a tower, which like a chameleon has adapted to its surroundings maybe to protect itself, to survive through the turmoil of time and mankind’s greed for power.

The wind is now slowly carrying away the algae that has been resting here for the day that is slowly dying away, helping me even further to enjoy this sandy beach. Children play as if joy was a permanent reality, as if the world was really pure, as if hate and sadness do not exist. Then looking down from the branches of an olive tree, a nest that lost its grip, touches the ground exposed, unprotected to the rest of the world.

I look back to the solitary tower, alone quiet, confined, pure, simple but rooted to the ground as if it could survive a thousand years more. The sun now diminishes, vanishing slowly leaving nothing more than a sense of pride and power and beauty. Leaving in me nothing more than a stronger sense of belonging to life and all that surrounds me, encouraging me to understand and appreciate even further the importance of my senses, my eyes, my hands, my thoughts.

Thank you Gaia.