It is so green here in Victoria. And wet.
Such a contrast to dry bare earth being whipped around by howling siberian winds. But, in such a place; a dry and thirsty land; your roots are forced to go down deep to find water. Here, we are constantly misted, passively receiving moisture from the air around us; our only diligence being walking outside the door.
I am grateful to receive water to easily. I am resting in the abundance. But-
My heart is yearning also for the deep, deep pools, hidden in the desert.