My Halls dairy Walk - Willunga

My Halls Dairy Walk.

In the grand scheme of life or a series of fortunate accidents (!) I have found my place in Willunga. This small quaint town full of old Cornish cottages, hidden lanes and bridges, curious old street names and many heritage churches.

It seems this was a place to build a church.

Amongst the land, the buildings, the harvest: the yields of the vines, the orchards and the dairy I have found that the creative spirit flourishes here.

There is also a stillness that enfolds me. Particularly in my little refuge of home. There is no road frontage of cars to disturb. The bush and its animals and the birds are our close companions.

My fondest moments of praise, wonder and contemplation within this spirit and place are found on my solitary walks along the Halls Dairy Road.

It is barely a few minutes from home and one is in the midst of the hills, solid old gums and the grazing cows of Halls Dairy.

The sense of timelessness is a joy.

A feeling of gratitude for all that is around me and beyond.

The only anxiety is that our ceaseless need for more might ruin this scene. Somehow take away this spirit of refuge and eternity.

I put out a silent prayer for our place to be protected and savoured for many moons to come. In the words of Paul’s letter to the Thessalonians.

Do not quench the Spirit.

—1 Thessalonians 5.1