A few quiet days

I didn’t make time to write to my diary Sunday night, and yesterday I didn’t have the wherewithal beyond the heaviness of the divorce topic.

But Sunday was really lovely.  After morning church I had a Boost Juice lunch (in honour of my daughter Georgia who works at Knox Boost).  I replaced the thongs (or “flip flops” in case you need a translation from South-East Aus speak), and bought some shorts and another t-shirt as I think I’m wearing out the ones I’m using constantly.  Then I ducked out to Lee Point to check out another part of Darwin, and to fly the drone for the first time.  There was a bit of a breeze that I thought problematic, but the DJI Mini 3 drone batted those gusts away like they were nothing.

I learned that the batteries need to be charged not long prior to flying, as they’d discharged in storage.  I eventually learned how to take off (8 mins later), after which manoeuvring was easy.  I didn’t learn how to use the “active track” mode where the drone should stick by my side as I walk or ride along.  I’ve got more research to do on that count!  Looking forward to getting it up in the air while I ride the Beemer along those desert or rainforest roads.  But I’ll need fresh batteries and a bit of google research to achieve that, apparently.  Another day.

There are some quite beautiful walks through Lee Point, and a bird hide that makes for a lovely natural photo frame:

I was delighted to share the evening meal with a bunch of ex-Melbournites from church.  Thanks (in order of seating) Jo and AJ for the invitation and hospitality, and Jane, Shaun and their son Nelson, and Joey for great company.  Delightful to be in a family environment for a moment.

Today there wasn’t much to do on the yacht, and Allan had headed out on his electric bike for some shopping, so I took the bus into town for a wander.  I sat with a coffee for a bit just to “be”, and followed my feet around a few streets, eventually drawn into the street art that’s outstanding and prolific:

The “smallest” of these murals is several metres tall.  They’re really quite a stunning collection, and a lovely way to let a day go by.  Especially when I really have probably needed to be absorbed in something beyond myself for a bit.

Speaking of which, I’m aiming for a posture of thankfulness, joy and peace.  But that is currently aspirational, especially after the gut-wrench of yesterday’s events.  I’ve decided to head to Litchfield National Park tomorrow, which I’ve heard from many sources is a truly wonderful place.  And more my natural habitat than wandering around the CBD, too!  I’ll take the tent with me, and perhaps stay over a night (or two?) since there’s nothing much happening on the yacht at the moment.  I’ll see how I go.

Time to hit the sack now anyway.  Catch you whenever I’m next in phone/data range.