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Spring Tension

Stretched…taught…your drought tangible

I can feel your dust…your parched lips

Your dirt cracks…they open…hungrily

Your wattle shined…but not for long

Gumnuts flowered….then stripped away

By the beaks of cockatoo… and galah

Stealing your honey… greedily, intoxicated

Screeching delight… at your dessert offerings

As your trees sway… and dance…they too… long

For just a drop of moisture…leaves dull, turning inward

Ever so patient…for a cloud…to come this way

Spit on us you sky gods…bring life back to our Sophia

Our Mother…our provider…and our home in the stars.

Bring Her…your Waters…your life giving waters

Once more unite….embrace, and devour each other

Like Hungry lovers…the cycle is returned

The Earth is abated…released…tension gone

Relaxed… taking in the liquid… to her Roots

Earth… and Water ….you are one….time to rest.

~ © Astarté Earthwise

Love the land, Love the Man

There is no moonlight yet, as the lunar light has not emerged over the distant hills, it’s nearing 8.00pm and all is dark moist and still here. I reflect on my day, and the Nature in it. I walked my arthritic dog at first light this morning, encouraging him to come with me; he has been giving up in the heat lately. It was lovely and cool, fresh and invigorating as we headed up the gravelled dirt road that feeds the property. Walking over the usual fox, hare and rabbit droppings that leave their foreign mark in the native landscape, light spills gently on the red gums that line the road, planted when this place was established back in 1849. They stand as the protectors, the keepers of the secrets of generations, each wise, majestic and aged for they have held the earth here for 110 years before I was born and I will be 54 this year.  The newly born calves are running around in the paddock to our right, kicking their shiny black hoof’s in the air with delight as they run as far as they can till they realise it’s time to head back to mum, and they turn and dart right back. This makes my walking companion excited, he loves the little babies, and it gives him renewal and onward we continue. We make it through the gate, up past the lime orchard and the neighbours cows who stir as we approach, to the top of the second dirt stretch onto the tar road where I walk over to check the letterbox. We turn for home, and the vista before me takes my breath away, as the light from the sun still behind the hills of the national park is silhouetting the clouds with a golden redish aura…magic!


Before me is a beautiful valley filled with emerald green paddocks, with dams that shine like mirrors in the morning light. The paddocks studded with angus bovine and one merino ram, sweep down the hill to the hundreds of giant and ancient Lily Pilli’s that hug the rivers banks, sometimes in depths of two’s and threes, a haven for birdlife, and a retreat from the midday sun.


Living here for the last ten months has meant the world to me, it’s like waking up in a suburban home and walking outside into a camping area that you don’t have to share with anyone else. It feels like I am a thousand miles from anywhere and that I was planted into one of the most beautiful corners of the world.

15 years ago at the age of 40, I gave up just about everything I owned, I put my life into three suitcases, one was my computer, and I moved to live on the other side of the world, apart from my partner then I didn’t know a soul, and I went to what felt like the scariest place I’d ever been. I moved into an apartment that was archaic, half renovated, and unbeknown to me it was the local crack house. My only neighbours I shared the hall with were drug dealers and prostitutes, I was in a black neighbourhood in a very dangerous city in the US. I think I cried for the first month, I was terrified, vulnerable, and stunned, like an animal in the headlights. This time of my life seems also like a thousand miles away, what and adventure that cost me so much on so many levels. Life changed so radically for me, I dived into the darkest pools of grief, pain, physical and emotional torture.

Today thanks to the love, patience and understanding of the most amazing man, I now have the freedom to be exactly who I am, and sometimes to his detriment, the past has left many scars and yet this man weathers the storms and the fair weather with me equally.


Mark I love you so very deeply for being who you are, never doubt that xXx

Sunday Morning Walking Words


Glistening webs suspended at thigh height by the weeds of paspalum swaying with the morning’s gentleness. illuminated by the mist and the droplets left by the vital principal of air, there you sit in your lovely web, that you’ve spun so handsomely under a new moon sky to await what you will devour for your dessert in the morning’s light before the sun breaks through the fog, and once again you disappear to slumber through another day.

I walk the road beside you following the leathery padded paws of the fox as she danced through the night leaving her vestige deep in the dirt. Her signature says once again, I was here but you did not see me, for I am the country road and paddock stalker in the shadows, for I am the gatherer under obsidian skies and I keep the company of owls and hares.

And the sun sets on a sunburnt country


Today the state I live in in New South Wales Australia, broke all records kept on file for the hottest day ever, today it reached over 45 degrees in many parts.

Smoke was all around us in the distant hills


And as the sun sets on a very sunburnt country the hot wind are lashing us and stirring up the more than a hundred fires, its a very eerie feeling tonight and all the cattle seem on edge.


My neighbour has been busily putting in a further 5 or more dams on his property in today’s extraordinary heat, and they have lived here since 1849, it just goes to show that the earth truly is warming, I’ve heard so many people say lately oh it was this hot when we were growing up, I don’t think so, and today has proven that.


My heart goes out to all the wild life, the plants and trees, and to all the volunteer fire fighters, how amazing are those people, whilst everyone is whinging how hot it is, imaging how bloody hot they are fighting fires, and its been unrelenting for them.

Please forgive the blurry photo’s the wind was so strong it was simply impossible to get a hand held shot that was sharp.

Stay safe tonight my dear friends xXx