Another farm, another country, and another fire to light….
Lying in bed this morning I was hoping that our Tipi would magically get warm as the few early morning rays of light hit the canvas. I was wrong. Over the last few days I have learnt to light the fire stove which is our main heating source and where we cook and make herb tea on. It’s a task I have usually leave for the men-folk, but as I have my two girls on my own at the moment as Jase attends a 10-day Vapassana silent meditation retreat, I have had to learn the skill myself. And it has most definitely a skill I have had to muster courage (and persistence) for. And I have discovered that there is something deeply satisfying about lighting your own fire, feeling it heat the room, your bones and your sleeping babies.