Living in Dreamtime. . .what does that mean? Well, I thought. . . it’s Aboriginal knowledge. . . their connection to the Land. But it’s real, it exists. . .and being here, I’ve got to know it. . . It creeps further and further. . .into my living. Everything has its own vibration. . .its own… Continue reading Living in Dreamtime. . .
‘my well used resting lounge’ Wondering. . . only very occasionally. . .if I sound like I’m trying to convince myself, or off with the Faeries. . . .well no. . . .I’m really experiencing it. It hasn’t always been like this. . . .I’ve travelled to the depths. . . Hade, my constant companion for… Continue reading Healing is a process
‘arriving home’ I love life I love living I love all that surrounds me I love this incredible Earth her blessings indescribable I adore my gifts I adore my blessings I relish my breath it just keeps on coming I know it will end that was the deal so I celebrate this life whilst I… Continue reading I love life
‘Nature always giving’ Just started thinking about ‘giving’. . . .what is giving? What do I give and what is worth receiving? I was given Life, I was given parents, I was given a home, I was given an education. I was given encouragement, I was given hope, I was given support, I was… Continue reading giving and receiving
‘Rays of Venus beam down thru the Sun’ It’s 8.25am. . . .it’s just beginning, the day. . . .today is perfect. .. all the black clouds gone, not even a whisper of wind. . .. and the sky. . . . the softest, gentlest, gorgeous blue. The Sun radiating warmth and love, . . .… Continue reading Venus Magick in real time. . .
‘seeing into the distance’ As I mentioned before, I have a strong sense to uncover. . .could be Mars in Scorpio, delving into the most hidden corners. Having a serious illness as a child peaked my curiosity. . .’cause what I heard and what I ‘saw’ and what I felt. . . often were very… Continue reading everything. . .an opportunity for learning
‘ sunrise on a cold Autumn morning’ The 50’s were. . .as they were; coming out the other side of a world war and a depression. . .creating a new frontier. The media portrayed the ‘Perfect’ scene, all was well on the home front. The ‘Stepford Wives’ comes to mind. . .but in reality it… Continue reading dropping me off
‘my beautiful Mum’ We didn’t have a car. . .it was 1951. . .so public transport was how we got around. We were living in Ultimo. . Harris St, there was a small Men’s Barber shop at the front with a residence behind. We. . me, Mum & Dad were living with relatives and it… Continue reading My awesome Mum
‘The Heart of the City’. . . .done in memory of my dearest Mum Boy. . .haven’t even begun to type. . .but approaching this chapter has brought up many body symptoms. . ..my belly is tight, anxiety present, so too my chest. . .now my throat is restricting. Need to breathe deeply. . .slowly. . .one by… Continue reading Off to Camperdown Children’s Hospital
‘My Body and Me’ was going to be the name of my first book. . .. still may be, wait and see. The journey with my Body has been long and learning. . .she’s taken me places, I would not voluntarily have offered. I love her, I do, she’s just been a hard task master. . . ‘learning… Continue reading My body and me