A room with a view

It is said that every story needs a postcode, a place to anchor, and that place for me is the island of Lutruwita, at the far South end of our lovely blue planet.

Island people are often insular, and fiercely loyal to all forms of parochialism. We can anchor our identity back to our first family members who arrived here, and the particular piece of coastline, hemmed with rolling pastures in which they settled. Because here, in our particular island home, beauty is for everyone. We all get an ocean view and a glimpse of purple or blue mountains hemming in inland waters.

I like to visit these views, and then to come home and think about them. Soak them up and let beauty sink into my heart. Someone said that looking at nature is looking into the face of God. I like that idea, that a landscape is in itself holy and sacred, and that we in turn are made more complete simply by enjoying its loveliness.