Love Letter to Batemans Bay

A love letter to batemans bay

Where else in the world can you pull over on the side of the road in what seems like suburbia, run along a secret cliff top path and climb down some fairy glen stairs to an ocean paradise fit for the little mermaid herself?

when you arrive, you look up. A rainforest stretches above you to the azure sky, humming with the melodic song of the cicadas who sing so furiously because they only live for one day.

What is life if it isn’t sung into existence?

An impossibly perfect cove has been carved out of the ancient rocks by the ever moving ocean.

I’ve taken my friends here but they are a little skeptical. Let’s go swimming I said. In there?? They said.

It’s hard to walk in, there are huge rocks just underneath the surface and unless it’s very high tide, the only way is to float on your belly just skimming the rocks with your skin, which is a massage of sorts.

There is a lot of seaweed. I love seaweed. I love to swim in it. I love the feeling of it touching my skin, but this is an unpopular opinion.

Because of this, this swimming hole is always deserted. I’ve seen people here once. A few weeks ago I was lying here writing and three women walked down carrying a bottle of champagne. They were wearing high heels and they teetered across the steep rock platform, holding on to each other. I was rather surprised. To see ANYONE, let alone a party like this in the mid morning. I smiled and waved. I think they were as surprised to see me as I was to see them!

All this to say, I feel incredibly lucky that this place has welcomed me and chose me to live here.

Thank you to this beautiful earth. Thank you to the pebbles that tattoo my thighs. Thank you to the cleansing ocean and the universe of life under her surface. Thank you to the cicadas for the symphony that is the backdrop to summer. Thank you to the great sun and the waxing moon. Thank you to the rains, to the sacred waters and the trees. Thank you life. I love you.