Autumn at Rivenwood

Its deep Autumn at this place we call home.

We’ve been living into it for the past three years and its made its impression upon us deeply. The powerful mountains of Tara-rua to our east, the tranquil bush bordering the constant presence of the Ōhau river - and now a menagerie of animals - first chooks, then pigs, then ducks and now two Dexter cows.

It is paradise out here - but even Eden had its challenges: we are isolated, I get lonely, the kids suffer from endless car rides. and sometimes its just the sheer responsibility of land, even 2 acres of it.

The past three years for me have been about listening. What wants to happen here through me and my children? Its clearly not what once was - the legendary garden of Kath Irvine - but its still absolutely stunning. I’ve had to continually let go and do me - do whats essentially mine to do. Right now that means raising three children (my eldest has almost flown the roost), growing a bit of fruit and vege, tending animals and their harvest - and inviting others to come and feel the ministry of this land.

The way the earth and her elements are asking for us to come on home. So: ecstatic dance, men’s fire circles, and budding retreats with a little coaching. This is all held by this marvellous place that whispered to me to leave the very pleasant and convenient life of seaside Kāpiti and follow the call to a wilder, more elemental life.

I’m where I need to be and life keeps affirming that deep down despite the set backs, melt downs with the kids and that dreaded vine: Convolvulus! Slowly trying to take over everything.

It’s late Autumn. We harvest, we begin to turn towards the pregnant dark and all her goodies waiting behind firelight, cold walks and cold waters.

Do come some time and visit. That is… if you too feel the call of the wild.