Since we can’t look into our subconscious then maybe we can reach it through our other senses. Maybe what we see, smell, feel, taste and hear affects us more than we know.
Surround yourself with what you think is beautiful, it’s better than trying to work life out with your thoughts.
My property is the side of a hill.
I moved onto it and pitched a tent.
My home grew slowly from the undergrowth.
I built it myself, I moved in.
I have my own power source.
My water comes from the sky.
I live very quietly.
My life is peaceful.
I try to appreciate what I have daily.
My needs are so few.
I swapped toys for seclusion.
My life, so far, surreal.
Tasmania is an island under ‘Down Under’.
Many people leave once they are old enough and many return when they can.
Too cold, too boring, too backward and too far away from everything is often the reason for leaving.
When they return, Tasmania is warm with plenty of things to do, progressive and just far enough away from everything to be perfect.
Many Tasmanian’s leave with their bags full of expectations and return with an attitude full of wisdom.
Maybe everyone has to leave home to find home.