Country is wonderful! The long drives through Western Australia's wheatbelt listening to music I adore, music that affirms and inspires me in my beloved Nissan Dualis to end up in Katanning where the people show such welcoming care for me and the issues my memoir addresses is nothing short of life-giving.
Oh sure, there are stumbling blocks to overcome, 'rocks' in that beautiful rhymic flow, that metaphorical river but hey, as a kid I used to jump from one to another to get to where I wanted to be, sometimes slipping, grazing skin, but hey again, I love the feel of water, getting wet, even looking a bloody mess.
Something wonderful is going on in my life. I don't see it all, know it all but what I do know is that I LOVE country people and others who so readily support what counts, especially when it comes to loving and caring for our kids, making it safe for them. Love being born a country girl!
The completed painting of the outside of my house, the fourth one, all at major life-changing times; 30's, 40's, 50s' and now, 60's is very much a part of it. I knew it with every stroke of my brushes, every high up and down roll with those soft round things at the end of strong 'sticks'.
I look back on my sometimes hellish and yet wonderful trip through life and give huge thanks for everyone who has made my current life possible. The Ying and the Yang, the dark and the light, the God and the Devil, however we'd like to frame that, I give even more thanks for what you have taught and are still teaching me.