A letter from Chatham Island. I’m back here again, my second gig. The place doesn’t take long to get under your skin.
Knowing a bit more of the local geography and sociology, the quiet times on-call here get easier to manage or should do.
How to calm a restless soul? That inner voice demanding that I use time productively. (Never mind that true rest can be highly productive.)
A story, a confession.
Many years ago, a registrar joins me at my old Akaroa practice. We set out one Monday morning on a home visit.
“How was your weekend?” I ask him. “What did you get up to?”
“Oh, we just relaxed,” he says.