Ah, those long shadows … the nights are drawing in on Rocky Bay.
I need to eat earlier now, if I am to catch the light.
There’s no denying it – it’s been a tough couple of weeks. It’s nothing to do with the island. In fact, the island has been a refuge: I’ve found peace here, quietude. Fossicking for driftwood and picking up shiny shells on the beach has let me get my head in order again.
It started on 24th December, and there could be only one conclusion: my eldest sister Dianne passed away last Monday. Death is part of life, we all know that. We are born, blossom, mature, wither and die. But you need to spend some time in processing your thoughts when you lose someone you love. It makes you face your own mortality, too, and that’s something most of us don’t want to do. And if you have other siblings, you wonder, what next? Who is next? Walking the length of Onetangi beach was good, today, to set things right.