We drove `Balarnia-wise`, and after an hour and a half, we finally arrived. The place felt familiar, tough odd at the same time. I felt like a stranger entering another country. But had a comforting feeling at the same time, an underlying excitement of not knowing `what's to come`, but at the same time knowing it was going to be awesome.
We slept on the bottom floor of the guesthouse – which was dirty and the possums had been playing around here for 10 months apparently.. (why would they do that, there was no food around)
I had to clean the kitchen before I could cook something, and everything had to go fast, because daylight was shortening.
Finally dinnertime, and dark.. Dark, but alive! I was amazed by the ear-deafening frog-concert, and finally used this as a lullaby to fall asleep with. Several times during the night I woke up, because it felt like something was missing. Where all all the impulsing electricity frequencies, microwave radiations? Nothing there.. my brain was literally relaxing, and this is one of those moments in live I will never forget.
The time on the island became a mind-blowing experience, so intimately connected with everything around, which diverted from ocean to beach, to birds of the oceans to birds of the land, to rocks, to lichens, to dolphins and whales.. to wind, storm and sunshine and rainbows and mist. The gardens. Plants to nurture and love and talk to.. giving life and receiving it, and inspiration, a lot of inspiration.
The smells of the early mornings, mixed with the fragrant woodsmoke of our fire, the colours of the sun rising in the sky, with birdsongs reaching crescendos and dying down..Dewdrops on the tips of the flowers, creating miniscule mirrors that reflect the beauty several times, several directions. The day begins and it is exciting.. and I feel happy, like a child before its birthday. Every day was an adventure, and the memories now have so many feelings to go along with.. that it will be hard to ever forget
Here some of the ART i did there