the other morning.. a cold chilly morning as has been the norm lately..
still in bed, with the blankets pulled up to our chins to keep the cold out...dutch husband & I were talking about the spirit of our home[s]..
this one, Villa Maria
as well as Inglewood.
now, dutch husband doesn't usually say much about his spiritual journey but he casually mentioned that he didn't think that Villa Maria had the soul that Inglewood did.. I immediately jumped to our new home's defence but also agreed that i felt as if there was an uneasy energy in our new home.. and he asked if I could 'do something' to move it on.. yes.. i can. I know I must sage our new home and sing to it.. but it is hard to do with the energies coming in and out at the moment.. i think the energy that is here is maybe that of the former owner.. kind of like a finger print left over.. residue..
as we talked in the early morning light, we both mentioned the spirits in the house known as Inglewood and how we often saw, in the corner of our eyes, flashes of someone.. dressed in white.. known to us as Gladys
we have both seen flashes of something in our garden here at Villa Maria.. an ancient energy. like something is watching us from afar.. not threatening at all, curious maybe..
then I remember reading somewhere, that this land that Villa Maria is on was once an aboriginal watering place. our home is situated in a kind of a gully.. which leads towards a stream and spring..
the area has been written about by Eugene Stockton, a catholic priest who is now a hermit. the catholic church is very close too and there are many shrines and grotto's, dotted throughout the bush area where the Nuns and priests use to say the Stations of the Cross or go to sit and contemplate.. so all in all a very sacred area to live.
while searching for information about my area, on the net, I came upon these words.. synchronicity, I think, because it is as if the ancient ones are speaking to me in these words:
We know that our white brothers and sisters carry their own particular burdens.
We believe that if they let us come to them, if they open up their minds and
hearts to us, we may lighten their burdens. There is a struggle for us, but we
have not lost our spirit of Dadirri.
There are deep springs within each of us. Within this deep spring, which is the
very spirit, is a sound. The sound of Deep calling to Deep. The time for rebirth
Edited version adapted from the writings of Miriam Rose Ungenmerr
[lunch is taken under the rhododendron tree - a lovely shady nook]
so what have we done here at Villa Maria?
a long list of things...
my kitchen bench and sink are in,
we have put up a new front fence
[Brian, the fencer. an Irishman with the most divine accent, I could listen to it all day]
& painted it 'swiss mocha'
dutch husband has erected a garden shed for me. He is also in the process of erecting some privacy screens around the yard to create a courtyard for me.. this is the beginning of my italian 'look'...
we have planted olive trees along the front footpath & sedums along the fence. I want to add some lavender as well. I have planted ivy geraniums in pots and sage, parsley & coriander in the herb garden... still alot to do but it is beginning to take shape.. beginning to look like the Italian Villa I have in my imagination..