Despite how that sounds I don't have a multiple personality disorder. I'm just thankful I can indulge my conflicting needs: to live in a vibrant city, breathe salt air with my toes in sand, and unwind in open acres near a boulder-filled creek.
On my family's farm I'm surrounded by nature. A myriad birds calling, creeks gushing, resident wombats, wallabies and echidnas. Cows that surprise me with their personalities and intelligence. And always something fruiting or in flower. We drink water from a spring and burn fallen branches to keep warm in winter. I relish the space, the freedom, the cliffs and majestic trees.
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Calves on afternoon nap |
But when I have the ocean spread in front of me, or a salty bay beneath our little boat, I belong only to the water. Sand and seashells and tides have a replenishing effect on me. I watch in awe as a pelican glides to a perfect landing, a fish jumps clear of the surface. Nothing beats snorkelling, looking through a tiny window into a vastly different world. I can't bear the thought of a chlorinated pool after swimming in salt water, and I'm always reluctant to leave the cleansing environment, the build and release of the waves.
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Deeban Spit |
So, I'm resigned to kiss-chasing contentment. City, country or coast? I adore them all and I'm lucky I don't have to choose just one. My corner of the world lets me embrace all three, and fondly squeeze the best from each. I started this blog to share the inspiration, beauty and joy I find in all my favourite places.
And also to remind myself how fortunate I am, living more than one life.