I’ve spent the past few months doing a fair bit of traveling and it feels wonderful to know that I’ll be able to stay in one place for awhile. Experiencing new cultures, sights and oceans is amazing for opening we humans up to how simultaneously small and large the planet is, but after awhile constant motion can feel monotonous without the balance of stillness and a sense of home.
For now, home is a 20 acre plot of wooded land with a creek running through and swamp wallabies noshing on native grasses near the Easternmost point of the Australian continent. How wonderful it is to have the opportunity to spend time in a place so throughly different from where I grew up, yet also to have the time to see all of the similarities culturally and otherwise to my homeland.
One of the differences that I am most relishing in is the abundance of right point breaks, for all kinds of crafts:
Down the road:
Embracing the local culture and investigating Tarot cards: