When I worked through the week in the city, I had the weekend for “home work”. You know what I mean – doing wash loads, gardening, grocery shopping, catching up on correspondence, cleaning. Maybe there was a little time left over for sparking friendships that may have needed rekindling, or being a culture vulture. But having a day off, or maybe a whole weekend, was rare.
Now that I’m “semi-retired” and living in the country, I’m surprised that it’s taken some effort to put a fence around the territory of A Day Off to protect it from the incursion of Responsibilities. I seem to be busy every day, either maintaining our acreage, practising or teaching yoga, on the computer, or doing household duties.
Today I enjoyed a proper Sunday. I didn’t exit from our warm bedroom until 11:30 am, and only then to make brunch. Then, Daniel and I set off to explore some of this big island we live on and called in to visit one of my yoga students, Stella and her husband, Ian.
I’m continually blown away by the passion of sea/tree changers like us who have uprooted themselves from city living and carved out a new direction. Often this involves caretaking the land, as we are attempting to do, and Stella, with her Steiner-based biodynamic farming.
Here’s a photo of Stella and Ian’s riverview/pastoral property:

Leslies Lane


And, Stella and her adopted wallaby, Ruby:

Afternoon tea