Years ago, when we had only been a short while on the farm, I went to a nearby garage sale and came home with four carved Indonesian figures. A friend dubbed them the Flying Belindas (after the world-famous family of trapeze artists known as the Flying Wallendas). For the rest of our tenure at the farm they hung in the shack, aka Michael's studio, aka our guest quarters.
When we moved to Australia, they moved too and graced our little front sunroom for three years. Somewhere along the way they became our goddesses of good fortune. It's taken a year to rescue them from the depths of a chest and hang them on the front porch, but seeing them spiralling slowly in the breeze makes me feel we are truly established in a home once more.