This morning I woke up early and I just sat quietly for an hour on the verandah with a cup of tea in the company of our little blue heeler.
We were watching the storm clouds drift swiftly by to the South, tossing the morning cockatoos as they screeched and passed overhead in a flash of white wings.
This little country town is quiet. So quiet.
Traffic has slowed.
It’s been eerily still compared to a 'normal' Saturday morning. The main sounds at sunrise were the trucks headed up and down the Newell, rattling comfortingly and reminding us they are the last bastion between a full stomach and an empty one.
More than ever we are being reminded that life comes down to food, shelter, and family.
Those who've not previously had to consider the source of food in their local supermarket have begun to open their eyes. For many, it's for the first time in their entire life. There is a gradual dawning of where it actually is our food and fibre comes from.
My hope is that when this all ends, a new wave of respect, appreciation, and a sense of national collective collegial attitudes will emerge. One in which the city-country divide is bridged. Where our politicians wake from their comfortable slumber and truly 'see' beyond their own electorates or agendas.
Because for so long it’s felt like we’ve all been fractured by self-interest and the dollar. By consumerism and instant gratification.
It feels like this 'virus' has been the leveller we perhaps all needed. A wake up call. A call to arms. Something to remind us what matters.
And as we head towards Anzac Day - it feels like it is also an overdue reminder of what real sacrifice, mateship and hardship is all about. And how a unified front is literally essential right now to keep this nation secure.
That is what I was thinking about as I watched the storm clouds roll by.
It feels like we've been warned. And deservedly so.
Thank you to all our essential workers right now. Always.
May all of us who are privileged to call Australia home and be in lockdown from the total luxury and security of our homes all truly stop, reflect, and choose to learn the critical lessons being put in front of us.
Shan & the SITC tribe.