Drawing the curtains Giving the cabins back to the geckos. With a deeply felt connection to the land, weary bones and very open hearts we’re leaving Paradise and heading home to Wellington. Painting the curtains? That may come later….
“True solitude is found in the wild places, where one is without human obligation. One’s inner voices become audible… In consequence, one responds more clearly to other lives.” – Wendell Berry on solitude. This morning as I sat at my easel I had a visitor. Tomtits are forest birds not often encountered through the window.… Continue reading The Wild Places