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 sound of machines.¬† Even when the sound is muted, the vibration still reverberates in my chest.¬† The machine has started up in the forest, ripping the trees from the earth.

A triple trill pierces the air, was that the Butcher Bird?¬†¬†So clever they are.¬† The Kookaburras¬†continue deep in the valley, the Noisy Miners are now¬†awake, all a little sleepy it seems, different from yesterday morning when their singing filled the space.¬† Sparkling clear air moves swiftly through my nasal passages, exploding in my lungs.¬† What a privilege to experience such purity.¬† Oh yes, everything comes to an end.¬† These last four years I’ve lived here, I’ve been aware how fortunate I am to experience a place so pristine, I understood that things can change.¬† But that I had the opportunity to witness such undisguised giving of the Mother… I’ve felt very blessed.¬† This experience will potently influence the remainder of my life, what I do and where I go.

I’ve told some of the story before.¬†¬†It was October 1st, 2010,¬†3.36pm as we drove through the front gates of Mahalia.¬† I’d already chosen a name.¬† Of course I made a note of the time, a Star Chart would be drawn.¬† I had a plan, one that visited me for many years.¬† I’d ‘seen’ the house, I’d even drawn a picture of¬†it,¬† almost as it is.¬† I asked myself why I wanted to do this, take on this project… I’d already taken on some significant projects.¬† My partner was suggesting it may be time to slow down.¬† With a Scorpio Mars, I listen (well sometimes), but¬†when I get my mind set on something it’s hard to shift.¬† Determination a key word of this placement, also relentless courage and push.¬† I recall another of my Father’s favourite sayings ‘there’s no such word as can’t’.¬† Yes, I know, quite something to live up to.


I was keen to get on with it, preparing the place for opening.¬† I felt it was needed, that it was time.¬† I was planning to open a Sacred Healing Retreat.¬† Having already created a Healing Centre in the city, I had some experience.¬† Mahalia was¬†the perfect place, not just the¬†physical beauty… the statuesque¬†mountains,¬†tranquil valleys and clear water creeks,¬†but the presence of the land spirits, their presence¬†could be¬†potently felt.¬† The blue¬†timber¬†house with¬†its¬†generous hardwood¬†verandas on three sides, sat on a hill overlooking the valleys with a clear view to the mountain range… the border of NSW and Qld.¬† My original surname was Border, I believe a name originating on the border of Scotland and England.¬† I was back in border country.

The house was large, one massive room perfect for workshops and gatherings.¬† I had my whiteboard ready.¬† I was excited, this vision had been with me for over ten years, it was close to being realised.¬† I employed my partner to do the work, he was an accomplished carpenter, I liked his work.¬† I wanted the deck extended around the pool and there was fencing to do.¬† We didn’t have a great history of working together, unfortunately.¬†¬†He was hesitant, I talked him into it.¬†¬†It was a lot of organising,¬†in area’s I had little experience, I was the project manager, responsible for ordering what was needed.¬† I noticed as the weeks went by I wasn’t handling things very well.¬†¬†I was obviously feeling stressed.¬† I took myself off to the Ayurvedic clinic in Kyogle to get some help.¬† I thought I must be run down.¬† It hadn’t been long, maybe three months into the preparations.¬† It took me by surprise, I thought I’d been fine.

to be continued…

have a great day, enjoy your breath

lotsa luv marilynxxx



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I love to write . . . I love to appreciate all the beauty in life. I find comfort and healing in dear Mother Nature's bounty, creative projects fill my home ~ everywhere. I've done many things and more await me ~ life is a journey, a creative adventure. I often say thank you for all that's been given.

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