Category: Writings on the Land

  • Winter

    Winter

    Tonight, in the alluring Barrington Mountains -3 degrees. Snow sparkles under the winter stars on the floor of the forest. Crunchy hoofs, paws, claws, and feet, weaving and leaving their mark in the verdant jungle of the many fallen branches. As the waxing moon builds and glimmers both in and on the scales of Libra,…

  • Respect

    Respect

    Respect. What has happened to this word, its morals and its energy? When white man first landed on these shores he had little respect…It seems that continues to grow in this continent, to a point where it’s become so dangerous, especially to women, the very lack of it. Respect does NOT have to be earnt,…

  • Australasian Figbird

    Australasian Figbird

    Everyday here I identify new birds, for such a birdlover its paradise, discovering more diversity here than anywhere I ever lived. I’m truly in bird heaven . Yesterdays discovery, the male Australasian Figbird. Sphecotheres vieillotiOriolidae As its name implies, the Australasian Figbird predominantly eats figs, although a wide variety of other fruits are eaten as…

  • October’s Sunrise Beltane Tide

    October’s Sunrise Beltane Tide

    Here in Australia, the spring Maiden and the young Lord of the Bush clumsily tumble from the windy and heady heights of the Eastern Hill they roll down the hill in a rush and surprise into the Beltane paddock now littered with spent wattle, callistemon, grevillea and soft rich grass. It is here they finally…

  • My Place

    My Place

    If I look only at the top of the mountain, I may miss the fossils, caves and crystals along the mountainside that can teach me about time and my place in the universe. Taking time to touch the fossils, to sit in the cave, to feel the energies of the gifts She has left, takes…

  • Dawn Light Deer

    Dawn Light Deer

    Just as cobwebs roll back and the sun rises nigh, And dawns light can be seen in the eastern sky. From her forest home comes carefully and shy, The deer with her herd held proudly so high.

  • Lugh’s Harvest Ends

    Lugh’s Harvest Ends

    Healing forest waters……bringing back the the abundant life that was so parched by the years of drought and fires. Morning light captures the beauty of Nature in all Her sweet rawness. We now walk…..with the mornings fog…..and dew on the land……towards the west gate…..opposite the place of the rising sun in the east that gave…

  • Alive!

    Alive!

    Everything around you is fully alive, believe it. Tell stories to rocks and stones, sing to trees, start conversations with birds, whisper to the clouds. Build relationships. You’ll never be lonely again.

  • Hollyhock

    Hollyhock

    Like a soft lemon splash on an artist’s palette, You are painted on the summers bluest sky. You stand with royalty, regally with your majesty, Stretching skyward, reaching for the sun so high. You sway gently, back and forth on the breeze, Your large citron flowers, ever so soft, to the eye. Filled with fun,…