Tara Rae Moss no longer takes everyday pleasures for granted. The renowned author, speaker and advocate is alive to small flashes of beauty. She is scouting the world for tiny instances of delight. When we meet at the Royal Botanic Gardens on an overcast Sydney Friday, silver clouds loom overhead. The humidity has turned the plants an otherworldly green. There is growth everywhere: ferns spiral tightly, the lilly pilly trees are sprouting hot-pink berries. Moss slips off her shoes.
“I am toddler-level enthusiastic about the feeling of the grass, to be able to walk without pain,” she tells me. “When I was profoundly disabled, everything was disconnected in a geographical way. There were places we had to go by car, and I had a crane lift for my wheelchair.”
