So I didn't completely "move out," hardly the real deal, but it made me appreciate home. Just for what it is.
Dinner time. Dad rings the bell when dinner is ready. He's a school teacher so he naturally has a thing for bells.
We have four hens. One is white and her name is Crystal. The other three are brown. We can't tell them apart so they've never been named.
About 10 minutes from home is Wyrrabalong National Park and Soldiers Beach. It was where Dad taught me to boogy board as a kid.
Every year when puttting up the Christmas tree, we'd play 'The Tin Lids' Christmas album. My brother Declan would get dressed up as an elf and introduce himself as 'Feclan.' We'd always anticipate the return of Feclan each Christmas.
I love my bedroom!
Recently I had breakfast at Polly's place, a good friend, mentor and active member of our parish. She lives in a beautiful cottage adorned with quaint ornaments and pictures from her travels. When people visit and enter her doors she thanks God for the blessing this is to her home.
I love this way of looking at hospitality. When we invite people into our home, when we cook for them and share with them, they bless our home. When they leave, they leave a trace of themselves behind, only to leave our homes a richer place.
Ash xx
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