The early calls of the song birds beckoned me to join them outside this morning. I couldn’t sleep anyway. Pottering in the yard, a past time long overdue, offered the chance to pause and regather my thoughts. A myriad of tasks ran through my head of what we were supposed to be doing today. I looked up at the sky and saw the galahs and parrots fly overhead. Should we just move to our own pace today? The answer was clear.