The long Easter weekend was spent in the country, on a gorgeous farm in New South Wales. Surrounded by my exquisite friends and one extended family, I felt the kind of sacred peace accessible when you wake up with the sun and nothing but fields around you.
We camped in the rain, cooked in the rain, played in the rain. I didn’t look at my phone for three days. I was initiated in the longstanding family tradition of the Easter Sunday games. We identified faces in the moon and watched the stars come out, then disappear behind a cloud of campfire smoke. We sang four-chord power ballads around a bonfire (my specialty). A few lucky ones among us discovered that adding rum to coffee is a pretty good way to start the day.
All in all, it was a glorious weekend and I hope the campfire smell remains in my clothes for a good while to come.