Vision comes from within and shows us how to navigate the realms of thought, feeling, and emotion.

Sight is the ability to see the physical world while vision is the gift of seeing beyond it. Sight enables us to take the physical world in so we can participate in it with knowledge.


Many of us have a real love for trees, and this last week I was reading an article that changed my mind about this association with trees, a concept I’ve never thought of before, so I wish to share with you all, as it was as clear as the nose on my face.
There is a certain feeling of familiarity and reverence for trees, and is it any wonder as we humans descended from the apes we came from the trees originally. The trees were our home, they protected us and gave us refuge, they were our mother, our families lived in them, and they gave us our food, shelter and protection.

It’s not surprising is it? That a part of us has a connection the ancestor’s spirits through all trees, maybe you have already thought of this, I hadn’t and wished to share it, as it’s made my connection to this earth even deeper this week.

This tree just looks like our ancient home doesn’t it?




Life should not be lived through a series of mind games, but from truth and looking deep within.

Whenever people come into our lives, they have come for a reason, to show us something about ourselves that we have not been able to see. When unhealthy people try to hook us into their patterns with mind games and power trips, we can remind ourselves that we have something to learn here and that a part of us is calling out for healing. This takes the focus off the troubling individual and puts it back on us, giving us the opportunity to change the situation from the inside out.

These are great opportunities to do some re-weaving of ourselves, and making our web more attractive to capture more conscious positive people, how is your web holding up?



Magpie song fills my home from just outside the front door….on the edge of the water dish, she opens her heart…just under the gently flowering camellia, soft pink and white…delicate…in the hidden garden of mushrooms , crystals and gnomes a place for the wee people…..maybe she is greeting them…and entertaining them…as these little elementals love song….Magpie is telling us all to make some time to sing today….its good for everyone…go sing like the magpie, lift up your hearts and raise your voices!

Autumn Stirrings

The grey mists are rolling in with the South Easterly winds across the paddocks and wetlands…the pond plants are moulting and look like Rabbits have fought at the swamps edge….as it looks like angora wool strewn everywhere… calves were chasing each other …..the brown dashes faster and was winning it over the black one…so cute… the sun slips further into the western horizon at my back….as I travel East with a bag of pears, apples, carrots and bread for the horses…blue wildflowers are growing up through the barbed wired fences….rain is on its way as the lemon scented gum always smells much stronger just before the rain…I open up to its luscious scent that fills my nostrils with a sense of joy…I love that smell so much….Woody the Labrador makes her dash down the long driveway of a couple of hundred meters ….to be thrown a few bits of apple from my bag, tail wagging as usual…..chomp, chomp, chomp…..I whistle to the horses who are down in the back paddock, almost out of sight….I see a chestnut head come upright and I call out…ABBEY!!….. I huge whiney is heard and she comes galloping…hooves thumping at the ground as she comes towards me ….I call out DASH!….and the Shetland pony cones running on his little short legs making a different noise in the ground…pats and strokes and soft words are shared ….along with treats of fresh food….I move on with a few bits of bread …to the paddock next door…..where the old ewe waits breathing heavily in anticipation of her bread pieces…I call her Shaun….as I think that is what every sheep should be called…in my silly old head…it amuses me…she reminds me of the sound of a garbage disposal in the sink… that were the rage in the late 60’s…the noise she makes is quiet guttural…animals fed…I head for home, towards a setting sun, and the curtains of another day close before me ….as me an Boofie head up the hill towards the setting sun…