Thrilling how the wilderness can speak in contrasting languages, can reach across continents and oceans, stretch half a world yet need no translation to the listening soul.
Ancient indigenous tongues of weather and wind speak of bushfires and drought, of the subdued silence of falling snow and the sharp crack of moving ice.
How blessed we are with our chosen homes even as we exchange a burning summer for blizzards and sleet, ever moved by the profound beauty and intricate balance of the diversity of our mother earth as she supports all forms of life on this remarkable planet.
Thanks to our Gaultois friends for a lovely welcome back…stepping into a cleaned and warmed up house which we saw lit up from the ferry – was very much appreciated. With generous help from many we are now well set up and ready for the ‘real’ winter!