Back for a few weeks in paradise. The geckos have taken over the cabins. They silently accommodate to our presence, (well maybe just the occasional chunnering in the night), and it makes me stop and think about how we swan in like we own the place. Radically altering their living space for our comfort. They live here everyday, gently going about their lives – and wait for us to leave again. This is really their place not ours.
The rhythm of the tides and moon soaks in and the quiet stillness holds us, we listen to the hum of the bees in the Manuka and the singing of the bellbirds. Gradually our activity slows as we adjust to nature’s pace, our heartbeats synchronise.
This morning I found another empty gecko skin on the floor I only cleaned yesterday.
Life and Light 