A beautiful friend of mine gifted me this poem before I left Melbourne, to guide me through my travels. Her words touched my heart. I hope they touch yours too.

“Cream butter & sugar until consistency resembles wet sand.

Knead your feet into wet sand of this land until they become soft & smooth as sea glass, ready to be dented by new surfaces.

Stir yourself into seawater until hair becomes weightless and drift away from these shores.

Churn body through oceans until you rise ashore somewhere else.

Bake in sun until curls stiffen & crunch with salt crust.

Combine all ingredients of your life so far and sprinkle with new seasonings.

New scents, new ways that morning light with hit your eyelids, new languages for your tongue to taste, new dirt to stain the lines in your skin.

All you have learned & everyone who loves you is still within you.

The rich garden of your life, ready to sprout its next season of seeds.

Tray tables upright, time to touch down onto old soil, then new soil of this old earth.“