My Blogger friend and fellow Ozzie Dottie, says its good to name your house.
I agree with her.
My mother named our family small farm, Billilingra, an aboriginal word meaning running water.
We had a creek that ran right through the middle of our land. The problem with that creek was the terrible flooding right up to the edge of our house, during the rains. If not for being built on the crest of a hill, then it would have floated away. I was often fearful that this would happen, as I sat on the end of the bed, looking out on that expansion of raging torrents.
Since those times I have a dreaded fear of floods.
Our home here in Queensland is a typical Queens-lander.
Its fully timber and set high off the ground with a timber fenced basement underneath.
Built like this, air can circulate and keep the occupants cooler in those hot steamy sub tropical months.
The structure prevents mold and mildew associated with living in this climate.
Since names are very important, I have chosen a name for our abode.
It is aboriginal ... And its name is now:
Karinya as this means, Peaceful Home.
My prayer... That my home is ever peaceful, full of laughter and joy, welcoming all who come to its door.
As they leave may it be with an everlasting blessing...
“May The Lord bless you and keep you;
May the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious unto you;
May the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.”
Numbers 6 :24-26
An Ozzie Song..
I've been around the world
A couple of times or maybe more
I've seen the sights, I've had delights
On every foreign shore
But when my mates all ask me
The place that I adore
I tell them right away
Give me a home among the gumtrees
With lots of plum trees
A sheep or two, a k-kangaroo
A clothesline out the back
Verandah out the front
And an old rocking chair
You can see me in the kitchen
Cooking up a roast
Or Vegemite on toast
Just you and me, a cup of tea
And later on, we'll settle down
And go out on the porch
And watch the possums play
