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The Wilga Tree, Unanderra (2025)

08/10/2024

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22/07/2024

I am filled with deep sadness today.

My friend and beloved teacher Will Pye has passed over, back to Spirit.

I have lost both my most influential spiritual teachers within a matter of months this year. The first, Elizabeth, I met in my early 20’s she was also my Reiki Master and set me on a life long love and connection with energy work.

Will, who I met in my mid 40’s taught me the power of gratitude and the peace of oneness and presence. He was an amazing and inspirational human and I am blessed to have known him. He was not perfect, but that is what being human is about. The learning, the growth and the healing.

Go gently into this good night dear Will, you have loved and you were and always will be love 🙏

10/06/2024

Walk #16

First walk in a long while and it’s wet, Mother Earth has sent her cleansing tears yet again and everywhere I look I see the evidence.

Beneath my feet the ground is boggy, it squelches, making squeaking, sloshing noises as I walk.

The creek looks different, it has widened, the wild waters carving a new pathway through the embankment. The land around it battered and torn. Trees down, branches and limbs caught and strewn in places I would have previously said was impossible. Even the stones in the creek bed have moved, changing the way the water flows now its wildness has subsided.

I have lain in bed many nights this year, and previously, listening to the sound of rushing water in the creek behind my house. I know now when the waters are rising, not just from the sound of rain but the change in the sound of the running water. When it is low it makes barely any sound as it flows gently through the landscape. As it grows I begin to hear the splashing gurgling of water splashing against itself. Then as it grows I hear rushing, the sound of increased energy and finally the roar of angry, restricted waters searching for ways to expand.

My neighbours at the end of the street now live in fear each time it rains. They know that if this angry flow of water should be blocked in its ferocious journey it will breach its boundaries and instead flow down our street, becoming again a river of water that ends at their doorsteps. Finding its way into garages and bedrooms, kitchens and laundries it has enough power to lift cars and move heavy furniture. Destroying their homes and their sense of safety in the night. Why do these things so often happen in the night? In the darkness that we all fear.

Mother Nature is telling us she has had enough, that we have lost our connection with her. We are reminded we are not in control, never have been and never will be. The best we can hope for is to be reminded of our place, as part of nature, not separate from her. Finding ways to nurture her and thus ourselves. Will we learn to live more lightly on the land again? Can we find a balance between our need for protection and comfort against the elements and honouring the needs of our environment? Can we learn this lesson before we either completely destroy or are destroyed?

I pray for my own and for my child’s sake that we do. 🙏💜

29/03/2024

Walk #15
I started my walk today thinking about men and masculinity. A subject that weighs heavily on my heart both as a woman and the mother of a son.

What does it mean to be a man in today’s society?

I have never felt comfortable with the spiritual concept of masculine and feminine energy. I feel it as too binary and too gendered for any thinking or experiencing that is beyond the physical human form. Even within the human form we are increasingly revealing how untrue that binary is.

Which brings me back to my pondering. I have experienced both the best and worst of men and masculinity in my life. As I raise my teenage son I am endeavouring to ensure that he grows into the man I know he has the capacity to be, as wells as protecting him from behaviours that could lead him into a world of trouble.

I obverse within him the push and pull of toxic ‘bro’ behaviour and the leaning into what I perceive as a healthier relationship with himself and with others. He is filled with contradictions of deep vulnerability and a steely, determined logicality.

We playfully discussed at the dinner table the other night, the calluses on his hands from the hard manual labour that comes with his part time job and obsessive interest in mechanics versus the fingernails delicately painted with glitter nail polish and adorned with tiny stickers, thanks to a female friend from school. He wears both with pride and without fear.

He is the hope I have for the future. The hope I have not only for the safety and equity of women but for the unchaining of men and boys from the cage of the patriarchy. I seek and hope for their freedom to think, feel and experience the world with an open and vulnerable heart, with the mindset of growth and curiosity, with maturity and care and empathy. For a life of love and joy and laughter.

I am pleased that my son has so many awesome male role models amidst the slew of toxic Andrew Tates on social media. I am grateful for these men who are willing to raise their heads above the parapet to take on the toxic male rhetoric that still abounds. Not only for my son, but because quite frankly I’m tired. A lifetime of facing down the patriarchy has left me far more cynical and exhausted than I could have possibly imagined.

23/03/2024

Walk #14

Well it’s been a minute. Life, what can I say.

Walking today was a reminder and a reflection. I have been reminded of death again recently and with the period of the Autumn Equinox upon us I am reflecting on my ancestors. Particularly my father who passed away 9 years ago and whose birthday it was recently. For some reason this year I was filled with a greater sadness at his early death.

The cycles are turning and I am grateful for the cooler nights that autumn brings. I love this time of year, the drawing in, the reflection, the changing light. I can feel the changing in the atmosphere and it always brings me hope.

17/02/2024

Walk #13

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, unexpected minor surgery had me laid up for a bit. But all is well now.

It was warm already this morning, the weight of muggy heat hanging heavy in the air. I am not relishing the thought of the coming hot weather this week.

As Spot and I walked I felt disconnected and frustrated. Unresolved anger and resentment are hovering just within the view of my inner senses but I can’t quite get a handle on it. Maybe that’s the point, I have spent much of my life trying to control myself and my life that I have had to relearn the art of being, of allowing.

This process, I have discovered, is especially scary for me as I now know I have ADHD. A very late age diagnosis that explains so much of my experience of life. One being very poor impulse control. So just allowing, just being, when I have spent a life time of masking and controlling just to get through without feeling or being labelled as crazy can at times feel terrifying.

However, after some time in meditation and reflection I am off to be with horses today and I can’t think of better therapy for a troubled heart or mind.

Blessed be

28/01/2024

Walk #12

This morning it feels like what I imagine zombie apocalypse weather to feel like. Grey, oppressive, eerily quiet. Although the subdued but vocal birds and Spots apparent nonchalance would put paid to the notion of any zombies being in the immediate vicinity.

Nevertheless, weather wise it seems to have been a strange summer so far. As I’m writing this an ABC notification comes up on my phone with the latest from the BOM, a fourth La Niña year, the 4th in 5 years, is expected for 2024. More rain. I think the Triffids might be winning.

Spot and I battle our way home through the jungle that has become the walking track between home and the oval. I wonder if council ever plans to deal with this over growth. My neighbour has taken to poisoning the section behind his house, maybe I need to get the whipper snipper out.

We have pillaged and abused Mother Nature for many generations now. Maybe we need to learn how to allow her to feed, protect and nourish us, without the need to try and subdue and crush her. I would like to learn to be part of Mother Nature’s cycle rather than at the mercy of it.

Blessed be

20/01/2024

Walk #10
The sun was up and the sky a clear blue. The birds were there but subdued this morning, nothing like their normal raucous selves. Only the cicadas were at full volume. The heat of the day felt like a blanket laying itself across the landscape in preparation for the day ahead.

I walked, Spot walked and sniffed. We took a slightly different route so the sniffing was intense.

I muddled over the dreams of the night before and plans for the week ahead, not staying well in the moment.

Many of my thoughts also strayed to conversations from the past week with three very wise friends. I am blessed with wise friends. People who are thoughtful and inquisitive, deep ponderers and philosophers. People who are willing to challenge the world and the way we think. But who are also deeply kind and loving and supportive, and who have been in my life for more years than I can remember.

Blessed be

19/01/2024

Walk #9
I haven’t walked for a few days, after receiving my latest COVID booster my system needed the energy to work with the vaccine. So it was good to get back out there again today.

I noticed that while the council has come to cut part of the grass on the oval, they still haven’t heeded my request to have the walking track grass cut back. It is a notorious spot for snakes and with the grass now taller than Spot it makes me nervous to walk through. I’m sure however that the snakes are far more nervous about the big human and dog that are encroaching into their spaces.

My thoughts didn’t amount to much this morning, it was more an embodied feeling that walked with me. A wondering of the sensation of family, both blood and chosen, in my body and life. It is something I ponder often, what is family? I don’t have any answers. I have family that is as precious to me as any, but who are not of my blood and I have those of my blood for which there is no closeness at all. It is a question I will have to keep pondering.

Blessed be

17/01/2024

Thought of the Day #1

When things are REALLY s**t, we often don’t realise they are REALLY s**t until after they stop being s**t.

It is only then that we realise it was REALLY s**t. Because on the way to it becoming REALLY s**t there were lots of isolated less s**tty s**t.

This less s**tty s**t we got used to along the way, we just normalised the s**t. Then before we know it, it becomes REALLY s**t and we have no idea that we are in fact, in DEEP s**t.

We have no idea how we got there and we certainly don’t know how to get out of it because we don’t even know we are in it.

It is only later that we look back and say to ourselves, that was in fact some REALLY DEEP s**t.

🙏🏻💜

11/01/2024

Walk #8
Heading out this morning the world was all man made noises of trains and cars and manufacturing. The few birds around were quiet and the only magpie was feasting, rather than calling, on the grubs risen to the surface by the overnight rain.

The mountain was lost in cloud but, at least at the start, the rain was holding off. Later Spot and I were to walk home in the rain, wet but warm in the tropic like weather. I haven’t walked like that, soaking wet in the rain since I was a teenager. It felt good but also reminiscent of teenage angst.

At one point a gentle wind wound it’s way around me. The wind has always pleased me, it smells of delight and possibility, of mysteries and discoveries.

I remembered a talkie video I watched a while ago. The speaker discussed the way the wind traveled around the globe, shifting particles of life and people from one side of the world to the other. Carrying minute pieces of ourselves to far off lands and that consequently we are all breathing in microscopic particles of each other from the other side of the world everyday.

This made me think how much we are in fact one; in soul and in breath, literally and metaphorically.

Blessed be

09/01/2024

Walk #7
A quiet morning, overcast and subdued. Thankfully my thoughts are less troubled and bubbling than yesterday.

Our local whip bird was however vocal and persistent, it’s call echoing through the deep valley of the creek over and over again.

The ground and grass was wet and my shoes were sodden by the end of the walk. I stopped to breathe with my favourite trees as the whip bird chimed on.

The world seems peaceful this morning, holding its breath a little before the day gets underway. I breathe in this peace and open my heart with gratitude.

08/01/2024

Walk #6
My day started early around 2.30am, with light naps until 5.45am when I got up to for my walk with Spot.

My head was full of a gathering I had had with beloved friends from high school. Discussion had wandered to a particular teacher from high school whom we had discovered has been charged with historical s3x offences against a 16yr old we would have been at school with.

I have since been dwelling on my own interactions with this man (which were not of a criminal nature, but demonstrated intent). In the midst of my walking thoughts this morning, three half naked, sweaty and heavily breathing men who had been running around the track suddenly stopped their running to start walking beside me. I was immediately reminded of my own sense of vulnerability around men and their intent. I was grateful when one member of the group seemed to sense my discomfort and gave me a cheery and friendly ‘good morning’ which immediately calmed my nerves.

Druids were often the law keepers of their time and would provide information to leaders on the law and its interpretation. The Druid prayer contains the following…
And in knowledge, the knowledge of justice; And in the knowledge of justice, the love of it;

Social justice has always been important to me and I now find myself in a strange position of wondering how to progress forward.

Life is a messy space to play in, and growth is a long journey. Everyday I endeavour to grow a little more, understand a little better and love with a more vulnerable heart.

My writing this morning too is somewhat messy, a reflection of my thought process and inner emotions.

May your day ahead be clear and peaceful, blessed be.

04/01/2024

Walk #5
I started our walk today in a resistant frame of mind. Spot made his way taking his usual sniffing tour which only aggravated me more, as I like to walk rather than stop and start.

A half naked man out on the street getting his partners car started gave me an unsettling look, which only dialed up my mood into more uncomfortable places.

This got me thinking, for some reason, about Israel and Gaza and the nature of violence. For me Violence is defined by the the intention to wield power over another. This may be in thought, word or deed.

At the end of the day, the only three things we have a choice over, that we have power in, are our thoughts, words and actions. When we intentionally use any of these to take way that power from another, that is violence.

Being thoughtful about my life I know I have been both the perpetrator and the victim of violence. Knowing this I endeavour with each day to be aware of my intentions, to question my intentions and to always try to ensure that my thoughts, words and deeds are a result of Love to, not power over.

I am also learning to put into place boundaries on myself and to be clear about what I will do or say if those boundaries are breached. This is an act of protection for myself against the violence of others and it is the only point of control I have. To try to manipulate or force another to change their thoughts, words or deeds is an act of power over. To stand in Love I am learning to be in a place that feels vulnerable, and speak truth about my experience of the moment and to act in a way that removes me from the source of violence.

As we walked Spot let none of my rambling thoughts trouble him. He makes clear his boundaries when needing to stop and sniff. So that neither of us struggle to take power over each other I have an extension lead that allows him to stop and sniff while I keep walking. Usually by the time we reach the end of the leads extension he has finished his exploration and is trotting to catch up with me. With this set up we are able to, for the most, part meet each other needs to both walk and to sniff.

02/01/2024

Walk #4
It was dry, crispy and clear as we walked out today. The local birds were out in force; lorikeets waking from their nights roost in the paperbark trees, magpies singing on the wires overhead, galahs looking sleepy beside them, a lone wattle bird swooping past my head to start their morning feed in the grevillia and a bit later a whip bird calling out along the creek valley.

I had rolling thoughts in my head, as this is my first day back at work and I am already anticipating all that lies ahead throughout the year. I am embodying a mixture of excitement, anticipation and fear of the year to come.

Spot is undergoing some training on our walks, which means he gets treats, his second favourite thing next to going for walks. I too am in training, to be kinder to my body, to see it as friend rather than enemy. To respect it for the amazing wonder it houses and it love it for its beauty and resourcefulness.

The mountain is clear and bright today and my trees friends as well stand shining in the morning light. As I take my photo I notice that from a distance this stand of multiple trees can appear as one. A symbol for a couple of things spring to mind.

First that when we stand together we too can appear as one, therefore deriving strength, comfort and greater wisdom together.

Secondly, that when we view issues and subjects in society as one big thing, we often fail see the multiple individuals, issues and roots at its core that require more nuance in our thinking, conversations and decision making. Issues such as abortion, s£xual a&$ault and r@pe, domestic violence, gender, crime and justice, just to name a few.

Mother Nature is a wonderful teacher and loves to prompt me to think more deeply whenever I engage with her. I am grateful for how life can be reflected in so many parts of her.

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