I’ve been busy. Busy getting published. Busy writing. Busy interviewing. Busy trying to sort out my mould effected possessions. Busy sorting out family issues while living one and a half hours away. But most of all, busy healing myself. But even more than any of those things, I’ve been busy walking on the beach. Even in the rain. Everyday.
Recently, on Lord Howe Island, the discovery was made that pollution made up of plastic bits and pieces: Coca Cola lids and parts of their bottles, plastic bags, fishing paraphernalia, parts of thongs and so much more of society’s jetsam, was ending up on the shores of the beach and, cruelly, much of this found its way into bird’s stomachs.
Where I walk, on the beaches of the Bellarine Peninsula and the Surf Coast, there is a lot of glass. And birds. Heaps. So much so, I’m doing my bit for the environment by collecting them, bringing them home and placing them in glass vases.
Sea glass art!
(What’s amazing about all this beach walking is that after all the treatments I’ve tried, it’s only this simple pleasure that’s had the biggest, positive impact on my health. Clean air is truly amazing.)