Why (generally)


Why not?


Or a poem to explain.

The Peace of Wild Things


When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.



A once in a lifetime gift to our family – while we can.



  1. Big HI to you all.
    Just realised that you’ve started blogging – so far so good, look forward to future accounts of Japan..

    Heidi, we got your text but can’t reply. Rachel tried e-mailing but they keep bouncing back too!! Can we get Brad’s e-mail (think it’s bradjohncarroll…. but not too sure?)

    France was great, Spain’s fantastic, too… drop us the e-mail and we’ll write more.

    Take care guys,

    The Monks 😉


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