“The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is our souls remaining over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves” Kahil Gibran
Hawks Nest is a small coastal town on the coast of NSW, Australia, linked over the river to the equally small town of Tea Gardens, now via a bridge, 40 years ago by ferry.
You’ll often find me in spirit at Hawks Nest. When I do a meditation journey exercise, my special places might be Main Beach or Jimmy’s Beach. If I’m daydreaming at my desk, I may be walking along the beach with my dog Bo, searching for shells or starfish in the rock pools. Hawks Nest has a long history with my family. My grandparents were farmers, and the few holidays they took with their children were to Tea Gardens & Hawks Nest. Some of my earliest memories are weekends spent at Hawks Nest with Mum & Dad, and later trailing along with Dad searching for bait pippies as he fished. Winda Woppa/Jimmy’s Beach was the location for several years of family get-togethers infamous for the amount of food and liquid refreshments consumed. I don’t get to Hawks Nest so much as I’d like these days but it’s never far from my thoughts.