Two Months in the Country
Photo by Jonotan Lewczuk Two months in the country, that’s what I need . The thought was clear in my mind and my spirit leapt. But it seemed unattainable. I gazed longingly at the towering green walls of rainforest. From deep in the undergrowth came the tinkle of water trickling over rocks. Birds chorused joyfully. It was beautiful. I felt more ‘me’ than I’d felt for over a year. If only I could stay there for a while. A longish time. If I could have enough time to unwind and really enjoy myself in a beautiful place like this, I thought, I’d know where I was going in life and I’d have the energy to do it. Later I told my sister. ‘I’m feeling burnt out. It’d take two months in the country to get me back to feeling alive.’ We both sighed ruefully. My coming year would not be like that at all. I’d just come back from a few weeks in Townsville, where I’d flown to be my best friend’s bridesmaid. I’d had lots of fun and Beth was a beautiful bride but… now I had another year to pray n...