I’m Alive… and I’m Breathing

And I feel incredibly grateful… even with the disgusting sound of trail bikes, racing through the bush…. unconscious of all the life forms around them.  Yes!  My pet Hate…. there, I used that horrible word.  It’s bike weekend here in Woodenbong…  I fluctuate… with strong desires to ‘whoosh’ them from these surrounds (and I must admit,… Continue reading I’m Alive… and I’m Breathing