Endings and new beginnings

For many years now, my husband and I have been dreaming about ‘what next?’ The conversation started in 2013, after our youngest left home for university, and for a while, the ideas came thick and fast, one crazy idea being replaced with the next. Move to Edinburgh or Prague? Sell up, get a motorhome, and explore Australia? Move to the east coast, or back to Alice? At first, I found the idea of uprooting myself unsettling. Professionally, it would mean starting all over again, or doing something completely different, and I wasn’t quite ready to shed my skin and step out of my comfort zone.

Nor, it seems, was my husband. He became engrossed in a local project, so we stayed put and the dreams took a momentary back seat. When the project came to an end, the ‘what next?’ obsession kicked back in with a vengeance. This time, my husband really was ready. Me? Not so much! And yet, I knew from all the signs and whisperings from Spirit that I was being asked to let go of who I was… to have the courage to lose sight of the shore so that I might discover new horizons. Somehow I made it through last year in one piece, but there were many times I broke down in tears because I was afraid and my husbands enthusiasm was pushing me to my limits. I felt like I was trying to stop him from leaping empty handed into any void he could find whilst simultaneously coaxing myself closer to the edge.

The year started innocently enough, with me finally tackling the unfinished paint-job in the upstairs bathroom. Before I knew it, my husband had arranged for the entire house to be painted professionally… and within a month, the new coat of paint somehow evolved into a complete renovation: kitchen, floors, built-in wardrobes and more. Blink, and I have a new house! My husband certainly doesn’t drag his feet, but I dug mine in fiercely when he started talking about selling up and buying property in places he’d never been to. Tasmania, Tasmania, Tasmania… was the echoing mantra being whispered in my ear. He wanted to be cold. Understandable, when you live in Northern Australia!

We compromised. He promised not to suddenly buy a property he’d never seen in a place he’d never been to and I happily agreed to moving, as long as we could go travelling and get a feel for the places he’d fallen in love with while surfing for properties on-line. Tasmania, it turns out, wasn’t it. Neither was East Gippsland, but we had to go there to work this out. You can read more about this epic 5 week adventure in a series of blogs I wrote on my wildflower site. (Wildflower site? For me, travel = finding wildflowers)

My first blog “From mountain devils to coastal pigfaces” tells the story of the trek between Sydney and Merimbula. From here we crossed the border into Victoria. “From Pelicans to Paper Daisies and Love on the Grass Courts” takes us from Gypsy Point and Mallacoota, through the alpine mountains covered in summer wildflowers all the way through to Melbourne, in time for a big family party. The third blog, “Finding Lothlorien”, recounts the story of rediscovering my early childhood home in Tasmania.

For me, this 5 week journey wasn’t just my favourite adventure so far (it hands down beat all the overseas travel), it made the idea of moving real. Finally I was able to picture myself in a new place, living a new life. Tantalising hints of a new identity and new possibilities coaxed me out of just humouring my husband and holding space for him, into full-blown enthusiasm and hunger for change. Finally we were on the same page, but we both knew that we hadn’t found our new home yet and some financial realities were kicking in; this meant dreaming smaller and thinking outside the square.

Come March, we were off exploring again. My husband had finally relaxed the reins on his relentless mission to ‘get cold’ and we set off on a journey to check out northern NSW. There was one tiny little place Stephen had discovered on the map that just kept calling him back, time and time again, and it was time to meet this beautiful place in person. Enter Nymboida, stage left, dressed in misty cloud and soaked in heavy rain. Gorgeous!

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The first property we visited, we left the car on the side of a dirt road and waded thigh-deep through two fast-flowing river crossings in drizzling rain, not game to risk taking the car through, especially given we didn’t know how much higher the rivers were going to rise. Are we going the right way, we wondered? Was the property even within walking distance? The craziness of it all was the best part of the fun. There was no phone reception so we traipsed on, hoping we were taking the correct turns at intersections and then suddenly… there it was!

A charming octagonal wooden house, with the owner smiling as we puffed our way up her steep hill. “You passed the first test!” she called. We had no idea what she meant until she explained that she gets city-goers visiting who think “What a sweet house!” but they have no concept at all about the reality of living remote, getting cut off when the roads flood, the very small power system, the outdoors compost toilet and so on. We were soaked to the bone but the weather hadn’t put us off, which was a good sign in her books. This lovely lady was a feng shui consultant and a healer, in a very down-to-earth kind of way. My kind of person.

We had a warm cup of tea, and then our host gave Stephen a healing because he’d slipped off the edge of one of the river crossings and bruised his thigh. “One of the best healings I’ve ever had,” he declared the next day, surprised at how quickly his body was recovering. We loved this octagonal house because it reminded us of the house my father had wanted to build at Lothlorian, but we were ideally hoping to find larger acreage with more bushland on it.

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The next day we went to inspect the second property on our list, bhe real estate agent got us lost. He had no idea, really, where he was going. We were disappointed and dropped him back to his car at the intersection and went exploring in the mountains. On the way back, a car seemed to be following us. Then it began flashing its lights at us. We pulled over and discovered it was the real estate agent, excitedly explaining that he’d worked out where our property was. We went back to the intersection and he climbed into our 4WD and showed us the way.

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We thought all our Christmases were coming at once until we got bogged in the very long driveway that led to the block. “Go forwards and try to get up on the bank” said the real estate agent, so we did and became even more deeply wedged in the oozing mud that was hidden beneath a deceptively firm road surface. So began the mammoth task of digging ourselves out. Our first round of rescuers got themselves bogged and unbogged three times before getting anywhere even close to our car. All hail the cable winch, and the friendly locals who helped us!

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Being claimed by the bog monster meant staying put much longer than we’d planned, and it was a few days before we managed to get down to the block itself and see it in person. In the meantime, we went to visit a third property. The land itself was stunning, with cliff-face, running streams and adjacent nature reserves. I was in love, but at the same time felt slightly intimidated by the majestic scope of it, and not confident we could convince a bank to finance it.

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I pushed that puzzle to the back of my mind and took an impromptu train-ride to Brisbane to do some magic with my sister and daughter, who had pointed out that the three of us were 44, 33 and 22 years old in age, so it might be a good time to do some ancestral family healing (on the 22nd of the 3rd, no less!). By the time I came back, all filled up with sista-love, Stephen had seen the bog-property and encouraged me to take a walk and check it out. He did his best not to seem too excited, because he didn’t want to influence me, but I got the feeling he liked it.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe walk took me up and down through small valleys over little bridges and finally led to a raised area that was cleared, with a tiny little modern hut on it, built top-end style. I felt isolated and nestled in, with trees all around me. There were no people-sounds, just birds singing and the wind blowing through the trees. The block had been cleared some 40 years earlier and this fit nicely with my dream of protecting native land and/or rehabilitating damaged land. More than anything, there was a feeling of being home; some special, indescribable something that went ‘click’. When I came back and told Stephen what I’d felt, he told me he’d felt it too.

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Fast forward to now, and we are packing up the home we have lived in for the past 19 years and I am loving every moment that takes me a step closer to a new life. August 2017 will be my last month of work in our Palmerston home, with a closing down sale on the 2nd of September. Then we will be driving off into the sunset, for some retreat time at our new Nymboida home, which we are affectionately dubbing ‘Lothlorien Valley’. While we are there, I’m hoping to finish the biography I’ve been writing about my great uncle Peter, famous for his plant walks at the Rock and his role in the Western Desert Art Movement in the early 70’s. Sadly, Peter passed away recently.

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We’ll be back in the new year, ready for business as usual at a new premises in Darwin (location yet to be announced). I might be able to do some Skype work before I get back, but I can’t make any promises! And come sept-oct next year, we’ll most likely drive off into the sunset and do it all over again… retreat no 2, another biography, another happy Om returning to work in Darwin in the new year with batteries recharged.

Blessings and Love

Om

 

Omanisa the Wanderer

IMG_6090I’m writing a post to test out my equipment for the trip through Europe, because I want to be able to blog as I go. Writing helps me process and appreciate my experiences, not to mention the joy of sharing. We couldn’t take the laptop because Steve needs to leave it with his partner for work. I only have a desk top. All that left us with was a half-buried thinagamy gadget that I haven’t quite got my head around, called a tablet. I purchased it second hand a while back but had a rough time getting it to work for me when using wordpress, which is the main thing I needed a computer for when travelling.
The tablet has a touch screen and oh my goodness, the arguments we would have with one another when it come to writing a blog! It just wouldn’t cooperate and I would always give up in exasperation. The last trip I went on, I left the stupid thing behind in protest. But!

I have had a break-through! I just hooked my keyboard up to the tablet, using the one and only port it has… and then plugged the toggle for the wireless mouse into the keyboard, which has two ports. Yay! For the first time ever, I’m writing a blog on my tablet and it’s working! *happy dance* Hmmm It’s doing a few annoying things, but it still a vast improvement.

We will be going to Ireland, Amsterdam, Frankfurt, Munich, Innisbruck, Vorderlanersbach, Prague, and London. I have a new camera and am really looking forward to my time hiking through the Austrian Alps and exploring the Kew Gardens.

I just checked to see if I could upload photos from my camera. Amazing. That works too. Which means I can upload and clear my memory stick on a regular basis.

This is a photograph of Hibbertia, although I think it may be upside down……

My nick-name for this flower is soak-the-dawn, because it opens at dawn and then drops its petals a few hours later as the heat of the day sets in. It helps you slow down and savour the moment, something I’ve been talking with my clients a lot about lately, and it also improves cognitive function (eg memory, concentration, learning skills). I’ve noticed other practitioner using it to clear ‘parasites’ (foreign bodies) from the aura and have tested it out for this- it works really well! I think what it does is clear negative fear-based suggestion from the mind and aura. It’s not fun working with people who are mired in fear about psychic phenomena and it’s so alien to the way I work, the way I think, the mood i bring to things…. so when freaked-out people rub off on my aura, I use this remedy to clear the mess and my mindbody returns to its usual happy state.

The Phoenix


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The Phoenix sketch always makes me feel like golden sun bird flying over the vast, sparkling ocean. It gives me such a free and magical feeling!

Here is some information about its various uses in healing:

Parts of this sketch have a vibrational frequency similar to amber or my Aura Card ‘Courage’, which you can read about here.

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My nature spirit teachers – part 1

On a recent trip through central Australia, my country, my place of birth, spirit spoke to me. We travelled 6000 km and travelled through 15 communities but there was only one place that reached out and said hello. I was curious as to why it was that particular place that spoke to me, so when I got home, I reached out and reconnected. I remembered that the voice had come from the mountain. I wasn’t sure if it was the mountain itself, a cave, or some flowers on the other side, but now as I write this, I hear a voice telling me it was ‘the spirit of the land’. I asked the voice why this place connected with me:

“Because this is your place. It’s the best place for you, where you resonate with the land and the female earth energy. It’s the best place for you now, not always, but now. Come visit and we will talk with you, teach you. We know you and have worked with you before. Some places in Australia will talk to you because they recognise you. You’ve been allowed access to some layers/levels of knowledge-wisdom because of who you are and your history.”

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Daisy Bush at Areyonga

DAISY BUSH MEDICINE (essence)

Areyonga was a power place for me; the mountains reached out and connected with me, spoke with me. I haven’t seen a more beautiful place and it was delicious to be nestled so closely between two mountains. The echo was incredible. What I thought were two dogs barking at each other turned out to be one dog barking at himself.

I found two special flowers here, both within metres of one another, a fuchsia and a daisy. This was the first daisy I’d found on the trip and I’d really been looking forwards to connecting with daisy, so it was a magical moment for me. I’d headed in off the road, letting spirit guide my steps, drawn towards some mistletoe. As I stepped up to the tree I realised it wasn’t in flower, but when I looked down, right in front of me was this magnificent daisy bush.

Daisy spoke to me mostly in images and feelings, with the odd word thrown in.  I had to work with this medicine three times before I really grasped its purpose.

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