Fair weather Pilot
Lake Matherson-4
To walk the bush of the back country of ones own land with our kids is the greatest gift we can give them. Away from the distractions of the screen, the judgement of their peers, and the hustle and bustle of city life. It is a place to slow down and reset.
Here you will find the one single truth, that is life. The gentle breeze through the trees, the gurgle of a stream. The birdsong greeting the day and passing the news, If you only stop and listen.
There is no time here except the cadence of ones own thoughts and the rhythmic step of ones boots, some people are frightened of the solitude and their thoughts but here I am at peace.
Spend time with your children and explore what nature has to offer, Let them explore and see the abundance that has been given to us, NZ truly is God's own!
"Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day"
Lake Matherson-4
To walk the bush of the back country of ones own land with our kids is the greatest gift we can give them. Away from the distractions of the screen, the judgement of their peers, and the hustle and bustle of city life. It is a place to slow down and reset.
Here you will find the one single truth, that is life. The gentle breeze through the trees, the gurgle of a stream. The birdsong greeting the day and passing the news, If you only stop and listen.
There is no time here except the cadence of ones own thoughts and the rhythmic step of ones boots, some people are frightened of the solitude and their thoughts but here I am at peace.
Spend time with your children and explore what nature has to offer, Let them explore and see the abundance that has been given to us, NZ truly is God's own!
"Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day"