This is my Church

We have been kind of stuck in Brisbane for the past month – what with buying the new house, moving and cleaning up.

I feel kind of antsy, unhappy and out of sorts. It has been quite a while since I have been up on the farm, and I tend to feel like this when that happens.

You know how the Australian Aboriginal people saying that the land owns them.....well that is how it is. I have been part of that land for as long as I remember. It helped feed and clothe me. It taught me many lessons, not the least of which was be prepared and always have a book. It is the place where we can go and just.....be.

No traffic, no people, no distractions from all the noise in your head. The place where you have to sit with your anxiety and concerns and work through them, instead of trying to out run them or outwit them with distractions.

I never want to leave on a Sunday afternoon to come back to my other life. I look forward to the day when I don't have to. When I have the internet connection that I choose to have on or off, so I can continue to learn and participate in the wider world community, to turn it off to participate in my real life community, to grow things, to take it slower, to do justice to the land. To be part of it, truly part of it.

To leave it better than I found it. To leave it for the Super Nephew who has it running through his veins already.

I leave feeling recharged, powerful, smart. Like there is a piece of me that needs to be there in order to function properly.

So this is my church – this is where I come to heal my hurts – grateful thanks to Faithless