The bush floor is pushing through with life forms primitive, beautiful and vital. A respectful wander through the bush brings true inspiration and a sense of peace to my heart still heavy with sadness and love for all who are coming to terms with there losses and the sheer size of the jobs ahead of them. Plants, birds, frogs and insects, even little furry bush creatures, big wombats, deer and huge old trees, all appearing with lives altered forever, somehow moving on in beauty within the chaos ~ reminds us, it really is ok ~ we all rise from our ashes strangely altered, but not alone.