Hunting and Gathering

Imagine a woman, She is 43. She is French. The year is 1880. She asks the hospital doctor to burn her body. She says she has no brain.

Imagine a woman. She is still alive. She is Swedish. She runs into a hospital’s emergency ward. She is screaming. She thinks she is dead.

Imagine the opposite, feeling alive on a bushwalk in Jagun. The air is live with screaming cicadas. Cicadas are flying about, mainly the large Double-drummers.

The forest is deafening, the only birds seen this morning to and from a swim were a Superb-fairy Wren on the dunes and a Kookaburra on the forest edge.

The small things are to be appreciated.

We have been hunting (yabbies) and gathering (seaweed).