Sunday’s Blessings

Did you hear the droplets fall from the mighty gum trees this morning, did you witness the liquid glistening as the Eastern Sun rose and made magical lights in the pine trees to put any Christmas tree to shame. Did the soles of your feet crunch through the frost covered lawns, and leave tracks behind like an ancestor explorer. Did you listen to the Magpie’s greeting to the new day as the Eagle’s strength flapped above you on large feathered wings? Did the discarded branches, shaken loose under a new moons blanketed sky, make you dance around them on your path this morning? Did you disturb the small heard of deer as your feet scrunched through the layer of brown gum leaves, as you headed down the hill, and did you walk towards the rising sun known as Uri, and wish her a blessed day, and peace and joy to humanity, as the moments of sunrise, give all a chance of a new beginning, new thoughts, and a new day, deepest Autumn Blessings on yours.

Faded Memories of the place by the river

What a brilliantly stunning day, the colours fill my palette of senses as I breathe in the rotting of summer, with the dampness of rain, isn’t it wonderful to be alive!

The greens look darker today, the sun has not stepped forward , all is still. Birdsong, distant rainbow, muffled cow calls; fill my morning eyes and ears. Under the citrus grove my senses are exhilarated as I reach up to pick oranges & mandarins, the scented essence fills my mind contently, as I tuck them into my right arm till I cannot fit anymore. I walk towards the paddock beside the house, She spots me, Louise is her name and she makes a pregnant swagger towards me as bubbles form on her lips with anticipation, she has spotted the orange coloured balls tucked in my arm, I hang over the paddock gate, she welcomes me with a huge warm tongue on my cheek and nudges her nose hungrily into my arm, I giggle with delight and feed her, she is special to me and my heart. I talk with her about the baby growing within with excitement. Her last baby, her first, died about 12 hours after it was born, that is when our friendship developed and deepened in our mutual grief, she got lots of love affection and touch from me through that time, and she remembers. I will miss her deeply when I leave here. All the holes in my t-shirts will remind me of the many times I got caught on the barbed wire leaning over to share a cuddle.

Your Calling

“A woman’s highest calling is to lead a man to his soul; so as to unite with Source, her lowest calling is to seduce; separate man from soul, and leave him aimlessly wandering.

A man’s highest calling is to protect woman; so she is free to walk the earth unharmed, man’s lowest calling is to ambush and force way into life of woman.” ~ Cherokee saying



For those of us that observe the planetary moment of Samhain today, blessings to you, and a Happy New Year.

At this Sabbat Feast of the Dead & Transformation we honor the Old Ones of this Land, still knowing, still growing, kin to us, for we are here.

Here the Songlines and the Dreamings merge. To the Blood Light and Green Lore of all our Old Ones, The Grandmothers and Grandfathers, the Anzacs,The Ancestors of Past and Future, The Unborn and the Dead, We Give Greeting.

Magpie Fly, Serpent Skin Die, Platypus Swim, Goanna Bring.

Out of the Spirals, Out Of the Mist Nungeena Tya take me in
let me be reborn.

Unweave, Unwind, Leave unwanted shapes behind.

On this day

From the top of a mountain, we are able to witness life from a different perspective bringing us a new awareness.

As the energy that surround’s Samhain often brings us new vision, maybe its time to do some climbing.

Mountains are almost always considered holy and spiritual places, and the energy at the top of a mountain is undeniably unique.

When we are on top of a mountain, it is as if we have ascended to an alternate realm, one in which the air is purer and the energy lighter.

Where will you be starting your new year from?