We have a local joke or moreso a local understanding, whereby we call our town 'the bubble', when any of us go on holiday or travel outside of the bubble its quite the culture shock. It is like we have arrived in a different world. One of my first memories when I moved here was when I stopped the car at the level crossing and this woman, this gorgeous, mythical creature waltzed across the crossing, smiling and waving because I had stopped. I was struck by her radiance, her kindness and her shine. The beauty around here, is an inner radiance, when the hard edges and the defensive barriers are dropped the real light emerges. A glow that is unmistakeable. This is the secret to why we live in the lands of some of the most beautiful. It is beauty of heart. Beauty of Spirit.