wish you were here

it seems we have bought a house. in Katoomba. two blocks from Echo Point. one kilometre from my Katoomba Falls walk. Edwardian style. three bedrooms. one bath. back laneway entrance. two old plum trees. room for chooks and Harley Davidson. plenty of potential which means alot of hard work... we are both happy and wish you were here

[and it seems also, that Villa Maria has been sold. thankyou St. Joseph and all of those who threw your wishes in with mine. we still have a ten day cooling off period. but the Universe says not to worry. all will be well]

 

wishing & JOY

what do you wish to enjoy?
well, you see wishing is a favourite thing that I do. I spend alot of my time, wishing..
but right at this very minute - I wish to be able to live in the present moment. to savour each moment as it comes.
not the past.. where i dwell sometimes
and definately not the future.. where i spend alot of time. projecting myself into what ifs, that most times don't happen..
so my wish is to learn how to or to remember to live. in the present moment.


Thursdays bring us to JOY..

this wise ancient land. a sacred place where I will soon live. Katoomba. My very own Avalon. a place that you must visit to even begin to understand what the words WISE, ANCIENT, SACRED, mean. where Ley lines run. My very own Avalon

trees. trees bring me joy. this one is a favourite. a place where i sit. a place where I feel hugged and nurtured. where I feel JOY.


 

a meditative walk..

a week ago:
I have been quite ill. the cold turned to the flu which in turn progressed to bronchitis and sinus infection. I was so sick that Joe took me to the Drs after me saying no for a few weeks.. I am now on a puffer thingie and antibiotics [anyone who knows me that I have gone kicking and screaming down this alley way]... I have been delirious, in and out of a weird dream like state. hallucinating. a very odd past month indeed.
In my awake moments, I lay on our bed looking out the window at the eucalypts..
and sometimes little times of gratitude sneaked into my heart:

noticing a mother walking past with her dog while her two sons rode along beside her - chatting about their day, I guess.

the blackbird outside, singing somewhere - it took me quite awhile of listening to his song before I realised what bird it was.

and the dreams, oh the dreams! sometimes in my delirium the angels have spoken to me. animals have visited in my dreams. my higher self has spoken.. all trying to soothe my restless soul. I must learn or remember to live in the present moment..

today was the first time that i felt like walking anywhere. I packed my camera, my notepad and took myself off to Katoomba.. to meditate, barefoot upon Mother Earth. to breath in the moist air of the upper mountains. heavy with the perfume of damp earth after rain. i sat for 15 mins, with my eyes closed, feet bare. absorbing the healing energy. feeling as if i was home. people came past, i heard them whisper to their children 'shhh'.. in my mind i said thankyou. I heard a waterfall across the valley - and felt myself being absorbed into the sound until we were one, that waterfall and I. my heart ached with longing to live here..
[and this is where we will be moving to, once Villa Maria is sold. it is only early days yet, but I pray & wish with all my heart that it won't be long.. please wish with me]...

Katoomba is paradise to me..  taken today after my meditative walk

Tints of the lichens that cling and spread,
Nile-green, primrose, and palest red . . .
Dorothea Mackeller


O'yarrang - old man's beard. gathered to create myself a plant essence to help me belong.



we all need water & Mother Nature provides. small rivulets find their way down into a natural hollow in the roots of a tree. a mini watering hole. tomorrow a drink for the birds and insects.

worlds within worlds. the skyscrapers of the lichen world - push their way towards the light. I love the damp, dank smell of the bush after rain. earthy. me.

Imbolc and a new beginning

the end of winter and beginning of early spring. I have felt so disconnected to the seasons for the past year and it took me all my strength to dig deep to find some kind of desire to be with Mother Nature as the wheel turned once again.

trying to go beyond the noises of suburbia - the cars, mowers & other modern tools of trade, the general noise of a busy commuting community. trying not to feel annoyance that no one else seems to care anymore about the natural world. am I being judgemental in this? not sure, but that is the way I am feeling as I try to grasp my way back.

snowdrops are up - a true sign of approaching springtime. I can hear and feel movement among the branches in the reserve behind. the birds busy with thinking about nest building.. choosing a home among the branches. a perfect site for them to bring up a new family. my heart aches when I realize how much my family has changed over the past year - I feel myself forcing me back to the present, telling myself that this is also part of the wheel.. the wheel of life. I know that I will get through this.

springtime dew on the plants each morning. sometimes I pick parsley or endive still wet with dew - and drop the leaves into the pots or plates without washing - allowing this chi energy, to become part of my self. the whole concept is so deep. every mouthful of food I take into my body, becomes part of me. every single thing that has happened to the plant or animal during its own life, becomes part of me. the struggle to survive, the nutrients and minerals from the soil, the wind, the rain, the sun and yes, the fear of animals slaughtered or kept in inhumane ways. makes me think even deeper about how I eat.

I feel stirrings within my soul - excitement that I won't be living here for much longer. excitement that the world goes on whatever happens in my own. Earth will still be there for me - to walk upon, to be with. I make promises in my journal to try to stand upon earth each day - barefoot. just me and Mother Earth.

I did a little gardening today - first time out in the garden in weeks. my body soaked up the early spring sun as I planted daisies, foxgloves and parsley. knowing I am moving, makes it so much easier to be here.


she could never go back and make some of the details pretty.
All she could do was move forward and make the whole beautiful
Terri St.Cloud