1. Introduction My adopted son Pandawi Paia has been to Randupi, my birthplace this morning to cut timber to build my father’s house which has been burnt down in a tribal conflict last year. He sent me photos of my avocado tree, my pandanus trees, my rock caves, my garden fallow land, my Rivers Randupi and Hituku, and the bush overgrown hamlet on the hilltop where our houses used to be. Tears of longing the belonging flowed freely as I carefully scanned through the photos sent as I had requested. A sense of awe, simplicity, and sacredness overwhelm me. I believe I have missed out on so much basics. My horizon on the Gospel itself, where Jesus born in a manger, on hay come to life. From hay to hero, Jesus is the truth, hope and the peace this and every Christmas, for me at least. I just feel like writing about my photos! 2. Randupi our birth cave Randupi is the perfect, lushly flourishing Eden. We were surrounded by an untouched celestial beauty even before we were bo