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Going Bush didging is  indescribably fun and rewarding. The creative process of didgeridoo begins. Aside from going home with new hollow logs, it is a creative reset and a top up in a deeper sense. Time in the bush on walkabout I get to reflect on life, what has been and the next phase ahead on return.  This time out, or time inward, is the go between. Switching off from worldly drivers, with time around a fire, the simple rhythms of sun rising and setting, and the simplicity of doing, changes everything. The challenges at home and in the world start to solve themselves. Being active on the search for another primo hollow log, food tastes better. Sitting on the dusty earth, back against a tree in the dappled light of leaves and sun, reminds me I am part of it all. Night time under the stars is sweet and sleep is well earned. Exhaustion and skin dry from a days sweat and dirt feels normal, I drift into my dreaming.  Ants crawl over me and I don’t care.  Each day I feel more healthy and alive. Out here I am hunter and take what I seek, with gratitude and presence. Connection with the land grows. I know I will give back! The spirit of the tree and I aligned in this act of apparent destruction,  and yet in reality, a giving from the earth, tree and elements. Having seen these cycles over and over  and over again, even in a hollow tree cut and cured and still waiting 26 years later to be made, there is only a deepening of wonder , trust and knowing in the gifts that the bush, and this tree is giving,  and yet to give as a Yidaki.