Month: November 2014

ahhh… the cool of the evenings. It’s been hot up in these parts… northern NSW, really hot for mountain country.  The grass is dry but still green in parts.  In the north/west corner paddock, thin long stems of dry grass with little beads of red create a moving sea of gold as they dance in the warm summer breeze.  Down in Faerie Gully the large ‘apple’ trees (Angophora… Continue reading Hot sun, horses, donkeys and scotch thistle

A very hot few days it’s been.  Day before yesterday was horrid, I think that was a first experience for me… very intense.  It’s often a bit cooler here in the mountains.  I didn’t like it at all, and the poor birds and the rest of the wildlife.  A stunning gleaming black Raven sat on the… Continue reading entering a new cycle

Good morning … it’s going to be a hot one, hanging around forty today!  Will need to stay cool, somehow.  I guess it’s ‘hot’ in another way too… with all these world ‘leaders’, the old decrepit remains of the patriarchal conditioning, not far from here (as the crow flies… but I’m not sure he’s interested in… Continue reading a reading to win

It’s a glorious morning, blue skies, sunshine and birdsong… and I got to wake up naturally (no truck noise) albietly with a little help from my white fury friend, snuggled beside my head.  She comes in every morning around the same time.  It’s so important how we start the day, for our mental outlook but… Continue reading a beautiful morning

I believe in healing, I do… It’s been an active morning here in my spot at Lindesay Creek.  Truck vibrations and noise woke me at 5.30am (really 4.30am!!) and their noise continues, punctured by moments of bird song.  I haven’t been feeling the best these last few days, especially yesterday… there was so much noise.  I’m still… Continue reading I believe in healing

I’ve written most of it down… these last four years here at magick Mahalia, books are planned.   I’ve heard Lindesay Creek, where Mahalia resides, is known as ‘Ancestor country’ by the local indigenous people.  I can vouch for that.  I’ve inherited a ‘seeing’ eye ~ and what a place to ‘see’.  Yes magick it has… Continue reading The frogs always know…