This morning forging across the biting sand, leaning into the arms of hurricane 'Frank' is exhilarating; blood pumps, skin glows as pure ozone oxygenates my system as well as any New Year's gym session! How wonderful to feel the touch of the natural world; living landscapes nourish our physical, mental and spiritual health.
But what of our tiny feathered friends who have to navigate these turbulent airways for survival in search of food, water and shelter? Casualties punctuate the flotsam and jetsam ribboning the spongy, quilted shoreline. Sad victims of perilous weather fronts, their beautiful feathers matted and broken... How can I begin to make a difference? Little steps mark all new beginnings; today I will don my chef's hat, sort through the fridge and share the remains of our seasonal fayre with our brave, little aviators seeking solace in the garden.
