A new cycle of magick…

  What a truly magickal evening, reminding me of how it use to be, often. A day in the big smoke, leaving home just after 7am to catch the 7.30am bus to Kyogle.  The bus proprietors, the Watson’s, have been ferrying people back and forth, from Woodenbong to Kyogle and return… since the roads were dirt… Continue reading A new cycle of magick…

a strange kind of time…

Rainbow lorikeets forage in the barley mulch covering the garden to the east of the house.  The rising sun above them penetrates the thick fog, bringing warmth to a sleepy world.  Only bird sounds, work in the forest hasn’t started yet.  Cool air touches my knees, the kitchen window open encouraging the morning to enter, I sit with… Continue reading a strange kind of time…

Full Moon eve…

Another precious morning, held in the arms of the Mother.   A solitary bellbird sets the high note,  butcher birds and noisy miners add the harmonies.  Such soul soothing melodies.  Heavy mists hide the valleys below and the mountains standing guard at the border, the paddock north of the house fence is the only one visible.  The… Continue reading Full Moon eve…

something beautiful …

  “I am glad that there is a dream.  Somewhere there is a dream that Peace will happen.  And some day it will. That’s why it comes about – because of the dream.” “So many nations have come and gone.  But throughout history there were always voices begging for peace.  Were they heard?  I don’t know. … Continue reading something beautiful …

from hope…

  I noticed I was approaching from fear, saw panic lurking.  Where has that come from?  Then I saw just how much fear is in our environment now, it’s spruiked prolifically.  We take it on and do the same.  It really pays to be awake. I noticed I was approaching from lack, thinking I was being practical.  One life and it’s… Continue reading from hope…

as our paths unfold…

The light is infiltrating the dark.  Soft grey mists laden with moisture hug the ground, the valley is hidden from view.  The stars have now disappeared, what an awesome sight they were… these vast open Aussie skies, so clear.  Ahhh.. the first Kookaburra call, now another, from the north and south.  I woke early, I’ve become so sensitive to the… Continue reading as our paths unfold…

the Beauty that is…

‘Release anything that is weighing you down and open your life up to new possibilities’    ‘Steamy August Stars’ by Kim Falconer Stunning yellow paddocks fill the valley of Lindesay Creek.  There’s running water in the creek, clear and blue.  I dipped my hand and took a sip, it tasted good.  Groups of stinging nettles ready for… Continue reading the Beauty that is…