I woke this morning in Exmouth and felt a sense of elation. I felt like my own self again. Focused. Enthusiastic. Productive. And, seeking joy. It has taken exactly one month for me to feel 100% again.
Sunrise, Exmouth Gulf, Exmouth, Western Australia
I found joy watching the sunrise and being early Saturday, Town Beach was deserted.
I had the whole beach to myself at 5 am.
I watched the tide recede and as it did, I rummaged through the debris. I love these gifts of the sea. 
I had time to drink champagne and laugh and not take life too seriously.
Enjoy the fabulous surrounds of Ningaloo Reef Resort with a note to self, to return in 2020. Not only is it a beautiful hotel, the staff are wonderful too.
Delight in the perfection found in nature.
It was too hot to drive to Turquoise Bay, so indoors with air con or leaving windows open for sea breeze, was the best idea.
Good food, good drinks, good company, an empty beach and a feeling that all is well. That’s my idea of khushi (Hindi for happiness).
It’s a simple recipe, worth repeating.
Until next time
As always
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Saturday – Cushy
Emus rule here. On wide empty streets, they slow you down. They are the traffic jam. The speed bump. I love them! Once at the local school, I even saw one checking out the children’s backpacks that were left outside class!
The sun rises over water here. And, as is true anywhere in the world, each day is always different.
Did I love the vivid colours of one day or the beautiful serene pewter shine, the next? I really cannot say. Both were equally breathtaking.
I love visiting Pebble Beach. The rocks come from the escarpment on the other side. The sea brings them in, and leaves them polished, and smooth. 
For me, these are the pearls of the sea. They are old. Smooth. Tactile. Melded. You feel the story in one’s hand.
This time I visited Jurabi Point Beach.
Was it worth it?
You bet!
Among the pebbles, knowing they are there, I always search for heart shaped stones. Why does the sea shape them so?
This one is for meditation. When adrift rudderless, at sea, it is a reminder. Like the tide, one always returns to shore.
A Shared Space 
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