Two kookaburras bobbed on a branch outside the kitchen
window, noisily sharing a joke. What a wild sound! Every morning here we are
awoken by the most glorious birdsongs. In amongst the chorus is a rather plain
sustained note, rising to a second sustained note. Nothing pretty about it. One
might think the kookaburra, and the bird responsible for these plain sounds,
would be too embarrassed to make a noise, a cacophony interrupting the chorus
of bright, perky and beautiful songs. But no, they seem proud to own the sounds
they produce.
Yesterday was beach day. I had my first experience of body
boarding. Can’t say I was a great success, though it was exhilarating and so
much fun, but the recovery as I landed on shallow sand, still buffeted from
behind by powerful surf, was more embarrassing than exhilarating.
Somehow, in the scrabble to stand up while being hammered by
incoming waves, I maybe scraped off the sunscreen on one of my feet. However it
happened, I am nursing a neon-red left foot today. How could I have allowed
that to happen, when I know the pain of sunburn?
Today we are preparing to prepare for a hot Christmas.
Debating a menu. Considering quantities when there will be a large family
gathering here. And knowing that actually, in 30+ temps and with a pool just
outside the door, we will probably all end up in the water.
So many firsts. Life is an adventure, and may the Lord keep
us embracing the new every day.
Merry Christmas to all. Make memories, wherever you are.
They are precious and God-blessed.
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