I’m walking by the sea when I come across a one-legged, white-faced heron perched atop a barbecue shed. It sits, calm with majestic presence, watching the movements of all. It doesn’t flinch when I come close to say hello and take a snap. I’m struck by its behaviour – so different from the nervous pigeons and seagulls that scatter upon approach or the always cautious, and recently swooping, magpies. This bird totally owns the shoreline; this is its home – even if, just for now, it’s a transitory respite. In that moment I also feel at home. Be like the heron.
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