Innot hot springs

Oh Lordy this is divine!
This unassuming little creek is actually fed with scalding (about 70’c) spring water from deep in the earth!
We are enjoying our most luxurious bathing in months!
Phil I hope you get to visit here, you’d be totally blissed!
Even sitting on the course sand the heat is radiating up to my grateful skin as the ambient temperature is 20’c and windy
This is the second hot spring I’ve visited in Australia, the other being Douglas hot springs in the NT in 2005. In 2008 we visited the thermal bath town of Renne Les Bains in southern France which was another delightful setting …
The humble natural location here is appealing to me, and results in it being very quiet. No tourist spectacle in sight. Dig a hole and soak in it. Simple.

 
today under thick marshmallow cloud, in my five minutes of undisturbed bathing I could lay in my hot puddle and watch the antics of the raucous parrots in the overhead flowering gum. To me that was bliss…
Joy. Hope to have a peaceful soak under the stars tonight with the silver smile of new moon as my mirror.

Go give your bathtub some love…

Continued…
We’ve stayed two nights here to luxuriate in the mineral waters!
In the camp ground are six pools of varying heat to slip between.
Lily is a happy fish
We went for some mama daughter time this sunset and stopped with our feet in the hot creek lay back looking at the skyscape. Talking planets, moon cycles, stars and imagining experiencing space travel.
Precious time to connect after a spat of conflict over dinner.
Lily found ochre to paint us up and made a coconut shell boat with anchor

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The view from my bathing place I am loving the blue sky sky sky

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It’s rare to find the dreaming story of a place do easily. I loved retelling it for my family

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It sure beat
The water meets the magma heat 600m below ground. It expands and is forced to the surface through fractures in the rock.

Waking up to…

I wrote this in early June and here it is belatedly…

Waking up to
A fresh dawn and
Jesse heading down to the headland to play Didge with the sunrise.
Feeling great joy when witnessing my partner do the things that bring him joy!
Feeling rested and relaxed after a quiet sleep which followed a challenging eve.

this is the gorgeous coast of Agnes Water

Cedar had a crying night last night, which translates to almost two hours of wailing and resisting sleep in the evening.
They come more rarely now, but this used to be a daily/nightly happening.
He could also wake up to twelve times a night !
The beginning of this year was a huge shift with Cedar receiving some
body talk sessions and beginning a course of homeopahics.
To compare, the night before last he happily laid in his little bed and murmured himself to sleep!!! Amazing for us!


I celebrate these nights of ease
and struggle with getting attached to how it can be when it’s not how I want it to be.. Sound familiar… Or muddled?
Then becoming frustrated and confused when it’s not like that all the time. Ah yes little grasshopper I still have a lot to learn!
And a lot of physical recovery still to go.
It’s not fun seeing myself becoming mundane and attempting to control my universe, or shutting down and becoming pessimistic and grim.
There is a deep exhaustion which wells up, I recognize the expression in my facial muscles! So does my family…
Therein comes the reminder that at least now I am seeing it and can work with those habits.
Sleep deprivation is a proven form of torture. There are many distressing and debilitating effects. A study was done on mothers with post natal depression where it revealed after a series of nights full sleep many of their symptoms where relieved. ( sorry can’t remember which study, or if it was three nights?)
( one symptom of sleep dep is memory loss!!)
This piece really struck a chord with me as I experienced terribly bleak times in Cedars infancy. ( and still occasionally revisit)
At the trough of it all I would wake up and think things like ” oh morning, nooo. This is horrible. I’m a terrible mother for hating my baby. My poor daughter who needs me too. No Not yet. I can’t face the day again…..” insert some bad language….
” I’m so tired I’d rather die. Just let me vanish from this reality. ”
Loving this tiny beautiful baby, but wishing he would simply disappear.
Depression was a terribly sad, angry , lonely and totally weird space for me to experience for such an extended period. I had no idea how consuming and distorting my head space could be! Or how miserable I could feel week after week.

Thinking that my life has so many blessings yet why do I feel so sad, anxious, miserable, negative, angry etc
What is wrong with me. Why am I so unhappy?
Some 16 percent of new mothers in Australia experience post natal depression, and there must be many more who don’t manage to get help and enter the statistic.
There are some great sites and resources if you or someone you know are struggling with your mind state or health.
24 hour call service PANDA
Beyond baby blues
Are two examples.
When I finally got it together to get help and she made a diagnosis of pnd, adrenal fatigue and hormone imbalances I felt oddly relieved. Kind of like when I confirmed my pregnancy. Scared and relieved and no more private worrying but the open acknowledgement that something is going on and I’m no longer wondering.
I could now move into the journey ahead.

we have often, (and still do at times) used the ergo and a walk as a sleep method

 

I am convinced now sleep is one key In mothering or fathering
It is so important to sleep, this time of physical recovery and respite.
Could you tag team with another adult?Forget the housework for today, you’ve got years of it ahead of you.
Can you afford to get help for a couple Hours each week?
Please nap frequently, think of cultures with siesta traditions! Oh why weren’t we colonized by a Mediterranean siesta culture?
I’m not suggesting it’s only nourishing sleep we need to be well, though we all know how sleep helps us, in my case it was adrenal fatigue and hormonal imbalances, stagnation and the usual human array of neuroses I need to work with!

What do you do to support your parenting journey?
How do you get the rest you need in life?
How can we support each other in the early years of children?
What would or would have helped you?
What did help you?
Who can you ask for help?
How can we openly share the trialling bits of parenting so we don’t isolate each other?

If you are feeling low and wondering what is “wrong” with yourself I encourage you to visit a health carer and start the path to wellness.
We can all experience wellness and balance in mind body and spirit
And I fully in courage you to take a step on your journey:)
Whatever your circumstance
Is there one thing you can do today which is loving to yourself?
maybe it’s as simple as drinking a cup of lemon water in the morning, walking around the block, booking in to a naturopath, having a green smoothie, simply sitting and having awareness in your breath, giving yourself the acknowledgement that you are doing a great and difficult task of parenting, a moment of kindness to yourself, seek a hug with a willing supplicant:)

I went for a stroll alone by the shore with my camera for my moment of self connection and amusement, I was soon joined by family but felt mildly refreshed.
With love and wellness
Roselinde

ps thankyou to everyone of you who have supported us in our journey of parenting and family life

and my hat is off in acknowledgement to each of you who has parented, is parenting or is thinking about it!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mother my first companion

My shoulders hunched, bunched and scrunched
I saw my chance to get a bit of body love and ease
” can I get a massage please?”
Sweet lady so petit with firm sensitive hands
A tender touch so sure and to me to reassure
So like the hands of my own sweet mama
She who has held and comforted me forever before
I cried and sighed and whyed and cried
I let go and breathed and softened a smidgen
I felt my heart go back to the start
And open and relax and feel a peace so brief
And I’m still bathing in gratitude
To this stranger who for an intimate moment was my mother and comforted me
How I cherish my connection with my mum

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When I was explaining to Lily why I was crying she said with her hand tightly in mine
“I never want to leave you mum, well maybe when I’m grown up to go to town to do some shopping or something!”
That melted me more

Dearest mamalata I am so joyfully anticipating a visit with you
Love Roselinde

Watching children have fun, for fun

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My playful spirit was so tickled to watch Lily initiate this game with all the playground (strangers) kids.
It’s rare to see them all cooperate spontaneously. All us parents where amused.
The organized eight! year old and her carriages.
It’s a gift of this traveling which allows us to be more free and brave to make friends and be a little more confident in the world.

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A dear friend A is visited each week at her stall. Always dressed in the cutest outfits from mamas label LittleLom. Little love of mine. You can find the gorgeous recycled vintage fabric handwork of Mia and her sister on Facebook.
Today conveniently there where three chairs for three little tomato munchers.
A is a champ for snacking on whole fruit and veg and I happily see my kids do the same when they visit her.
It’s so simple. Veg and fruit are these tasty individually packed nutritious snacks of varying textures colors and flavours. Mmm
Why do we mess around with our good food so much, turning them into delicious but complex meals, when simple can be so satisfying?
Try having some little whole carrots, cucumbers and tomatoes on hand as easy reach snacks.

What are you feeding your kids at snack time?
Got any good recipes to share?

Waking up to…

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I tiptoe out into breezy seaside dawn
Away from sleeping babes who keep me up in the night
Tide has encompassed the mudflats this morn to wash the sea wall
Small barricade
Between homes and watery sheeting slickery waves
I like this tidal renewal each day
It reflects my inner tide.
Sticky eyes glad for dim cloudy light
And look there the big glowing moon setting!
Ah a moment for me
A moment to amble and awake
At my own pace
Precious
I am tentative to walk the sand
As this is crocodile land
Feeling the fear.
This has been my work these last days
The fear the scared the worried the anxious
Am I really this person?
Was I always so or has it
crept up on me?
Wow its uncomfortable to be with
Shall I cling onto the awareness too?
Or let myself move
Shall I walk in the scary place
like this fella with a net
Hoping to catch some of life’s bounty this morning
And not think only of the big teeth which could tear at any moment?
Keep walking keep moving keep feeling
Notice my numbness
Remember the choice of my focus
Watch the thoughts arise in me
Fear disguised as other things!
Sneaky how it does that!
How to integrate my inner work
and be Present with my family in each daily way
Looking for moments of solitude like this mornings wander
Making porridge and reading stories and feeling the tears within
May I be filled with grace and patience
And strength within my vulnerability.
Blessings on the day

The long dark night…

New Moon in the Western sky at sunset Kuranda

In the hushed glow of new moon

an invitation to join the Candlenut Steiner community

with Winter Solstice forces gathered round

Lily and the beautiful handmade lantern lent to her

a parade of glowing gold and soft singing through the grounds

to the green, adorned with leaved spiral and central alter

children in a ring of gold

families in quiet witness

each class had different handmade lanterns and encircled the green

lights doused and deep invocations spoken

the single glow in the centre

our reminder of inner light

soft spiralling of glowing children

inwards to the light and kindle ones own flame

a quiet delight and gratitude welling in my soul

to witness and enjoin in ceremony

bathe in the singing night

my children close by

joy to ground here

feel and hear and sense the vibrancy around me

a deep breath

our first stop after the roadtrip

a blessing to help the intergration

my inner wobbly and wonky

i emerged into peace

blanketed by night and kissed by stars and candlelight

the magic of night

the beauty of that which is bright

may i remember in the long dark nights of my life

the shiningness

inspiredness

connection

kindness

one kind word

one kind deed

the moments we can create and say yes to

the moments we can hold our children in

then encourage them to fly into the experience of life

to feel their own centre

and find their own connections

to feel their own solitude in the journey

and know their connection to all

as a birth right

may peace and insight be with you

and me

as we turn once more to the sun

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with enormous gratitude to the Candlenut community for including us in your very special celebration

Waking up to…

Mango trees and a squawking corella

The prospect of new friendship with the kind Karen

And Sunday pancakes with home grown mango ice cream!!

I cherish this ritual of pancakes on most Sundays, it’s a slow morning’s work and definately

disappears quickly! At home we set the table with vintage linens, napkins Lily sewed for us

and nice crockery and create this special atmosphere…

it is usually a delightful time of togetherness, story telling and planning.

Sunday is a great morning to visit us!

as soon as I get out the flour bag and the big bowl Cedar knows what is going on

and gets ready to stir for mama

Cedar is accomplished at mixing our pancake batter now

This was our first pancake day on this trip as I’d felt too stretched to go beyond porridge last week…

a new innovation the girls cam up with, with some success…

This last Sunday we were invited to the home of Karen and her children, whom we had serendipitously met on the

Saturday at Rockhampton Botanic Gardens.

It is always a joy for me to connect with people who  invite us to their homes

and give us a glimpse of other ways of living.

I am so grateful for their generous spontaneity

(and luxury of a hot shower)

The mutual exchange and inspiration usually leaves both parties refreshed.

Karen really inspired me with her passion for good wholesome eating, self sufficiency,

sprouting, green smoothies and home schooling.

I have stepped up my game this last week and included green smoothies into my mornings.

In honesty I need to refine the taste!

Am blessed with a great bootfull of coconuts now so that helps!

When we visit others

I enjoy the closeness of walls and the convenience of water on tap, furniture and ease of space,

socializing and stimulation, bookshelves and instruments

and then I love going out to my cosy home in their garden and seeing the stars

and each night I remember how much I love this life

how much I appreciate the simplicity of our days.

The gift of the night sky moves me and I feel connected to the greater…

Lily, Gracie and Sophie took over the cooking with more creativity!

Do you have a family or personal weekly ritual with the intent of connecting with each other/self?

 

Cookie cut pancakes, fresh fruits, organic maple syrup and home made pure mango ice-cream! Decadance!

Sunday Pancakes

1 cup flour per 3 people (I use unbleached white spelt flour from Kombu)

1 egg

¾ c milk (I like Cleopatra’s Bath milk)

Pop your flour into a wide bowl and make a well,

Crack in your egg and blend with a fork, slowly allow the flour to be picked up by

Your egg mix

Slowly pour in your milk until you get a thick runny mixture (adjust milk as needed)

(you probably already know all this but there you go!)

I have a little cast iron pan in which I cook the pancakes in a little olive oil one at a time, a slow meditation for Sunday morns…

Yum, decorate with all the yummies you can find…

Grasses…

open sprawls of dried grasses

endless shades of russet , gold and ochre with

vibrant greens the peeping understory

soaking up the new dew

echoed over with ghosts of great forests

how changing is the hand of man.

tall to hide the legs of beasts, they become

 horned cushions upon the carpet of whispering grasses.

aged grasses brittle and snappish

dried grasses flexy and weavish

spent grasses the nannies of the wet winters youth.

seed heads often lavender and chocolate

furry letters of hope to the earth

grasses native or traveller

which way did the wind blow you here?

surface dweller or deeply rooted

here for years or

pass with one season of romancing the winds.

grasses wild and uncut

grasses munched and shat

grasses a frivolous sunset frolic

grasses a hidey place

grasses a cushy place.

listen for the ode to grass on the breeze

chant freedom and original open prairies for grass!

let them dance their seed weighted fronds

in the winds of the whirled

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Walking the Land

Exploring this beautiful diverse country

has me wondering again how it looked and was cared for pre-settlement

I carry this question in my heart

as I tread lightly and with curiosity

in places which move me deeply

who looked upon this place, lived and sustained life here before?

where did they shelter, gather, feed, fire, swim, tumble with children, hunt, die?

when was this place last nurtured?

as I move across the land or find stillness in a place

I aspire to bring to my children the awareness of connection

respectful inhabitance, mindfullness and enjoyment

my gift to a sacred place can be coming in quietness, wonder and presence

to take the hours to sit and observe and feel the place and the stories in the air and water and plants

To hear the music of a place when the creatures accept you are there pracefully

And to send some love back into the earth and invite peace to a place

we are often rewarded with glimpses of animals

who hide from cameras and large groups

have you glimpsed a place after all the other humans have left,

how does it feel

without the distraction of other people?

As Cedar walked me around the park

I overheard snatches of a conversation

I share this with all due respect to someone who’s permission I could not seek

An Aboriginal Elder explaining how his ancestors used this area (Byron Bay coast)

“this area was the women’s area for raising kids and that.

Great seafood and rainforest food. You know the tea tree lakes to the south, well

thats where the women would go and sit and bathe in them. Tea tree is antiseptic

and perfect for women having babies and that.

The men would be up here in this northern area of the bay and they’d come here to bring the women

fresh meat and that.

I hope I have related that correctly. I don’t even know his name sorry.

William Ricketts Sanctuary Victoria

Its the reminder that all these places we inhabit have an ancient history that I want to focus on in my life on this journey

William Ricketts Sanctuary Victoria

Do you know the cultural story of your land or home area?

Being inspired by this song by dear friend Murray Kyle