Glimpses of Outdoors

Glimpses of Outdoors

a gallery of outdoor moments from my visit to my family  in Western Australia

outside I love

the wind

and how I almost fly

I am enlivened and refreshed

by breeze from distant seas

rustling leaves and whispering trees

or thrashing branches and lashing stances

outside the space surrenders me

and my smalls are free

running flopping

stomping rolling

watching witnessing

finding

hiding

grace of equine gallops

echoed in shorter limbs

husky love song of long grass

shimmering godly sunsets

moon rise so graceful and silent

birdsong twittering or raucous

all makes me quieter within in wonder

attentive I am to

sky song

star song

goose song

garden song

planting song

digging song

children song

flower song

harvest song

my song

earth song

calling beckoning drawing out into

the springtime song

a great cacophony of lifes vital forces emerging

infectious energy and creativity

cousins make fairy homes in the grevillea

while plants stretch new leaves at the sun

and buds open to the breeze

all in one day

our last day on the farm or was it days?

entailed lots of outdoorsey horsey time

and lots of quiet knitting sitting with my mama

{see how fancy she knits}

i said to her

“when I grow up I might knit fancy socks too…”

she replied in the vein of

“when do you know you are grown up?”

“when i knit fancy socks of course”

on the winding deck on the eastern house side you can chase the sun all morning long… and maybe have a spontaneous yoga session…

after babies sleep we went to a friends stables and Lily got to groom, ride and feed a placid freckled nana horse…

I got distracted by the divine golden blooming wattles… mmmm… i wish i was a beethen after lunch off down the field to see aunty’s horsies

we all sat about and watched her give her horse Bowen and then work with another naughty pony which did not want to be caught

photographed cute baby instead of horses

no big trees to climb here yet, so miss monkey goes up other obstacles…

they are growing though… i remember a certain cold day with a very little Lily,

hands cold in the earth and mud planting some of the sheoaks and melaleuca ‘s at the bottom of this little forest

and now a date with the long oatey grass and my little ones

i was captivated by the sound of the wind in the long grass, i felt very still amidst the sea of green, the scent of sweet oats,                                                 children’s giggles and calls and falls,

memories of making grass houses just like this with my best friend of childhood, rolling about flattening rooms, making oaty meals, looking at the sky and feeling hidden and safe

i was trully enraptured by grasses again, this was the golden glow of my day, here simply laying in the grass, a truly happy simple moment to savour

it certainly sweetened me amidst all the weeping and longing of leaving…

then i managed to convince Lily to shoot me

in my newly hemmed more complicated than it could have been pocketed mama cheerful springtime skirt

really digging the clash of blue prints and red boots…

what do you wear on the farm?

goodbye to this part of our travels

filled with sweetness and mama love and family closeness

thankyou all of you who enrich my life and cradle me in the family nest, help me, encourage me, tease me, put up with me, hug me and love me

A Denmark Day

Mama and I and the little ones spent a happy day browsing and completing errands in the Coastal Forest town of Denmark

After visiting the two op shops and finding some great embroidered linens and pastel Johnson Bro bread plates we had a tasty lunch at

while Nanna went for acupuncture Cedar Lily and I where playful in the riverside park. A pretty cool playground, some stately old Marri and Karri trees…

I had one of those moments again. one of those precious ones where my heart pauses and I am then flooded with sentiment as I watch my little ones in their innocence and fun and kindness and I give an enormous breath of gratitude to the gift they are in my life, and the beauty and clarity of sunlight and the cool scent in the air almost overwhelms me with the richness of nature and my place in it.

try and imagine how old this Marri tree is… All it has witnessed… the slow pulsating rhythm of being a tree… go and find one and sit or lay under it or climb into her arms and soak up some arboreal wisdom…

Yes Cedar is out and about in his pyjama jumper… he loves it as much as I do… It’s from Engel via Cambridge baby

oh how i love the scent of rivers,

growing up an inland girl the novelty of bounteous water is yet to fade…

the myriad of light refractions on waters surface amuse me endlessly, the green shade and becooled air which stirs about draping leaves becalms me

and refreshes me and i am enchanted in my thoughts as i move us up to the colourful delight of wool heaven!

I was getting distracted from choosing yarn for a bold project I am about to undertake of making Lily a short sleeved cardigan for the coming seasons from an Elizabeth Zimmerman patern resized to vaguely fit an eight! phew. I think I’m abit out of depth but looking forward to the challenge.

I chose an heirloom silk touch Merino, Alpaca, Silk blend and Lily chose a sweet sky blue tint.

Lily had been quietly amusing herself, when I appeared to check with what she was amused I saw…

You know those beautiful enticing rows of neat embroidery threads in every good crafting shop? well…

Mothers panic try to be calm…

“honey what are you up to?”

thinking…oh god We are going to be kicked out, no worse I will have to painfully sort these all out into colour batches and rehang them. oh crikey

“Hi mama, these where all in a jumbly mess, some kids been playing with them probably so I took them all off and I’m sorting them out!”

“ah OK good one that’s really thoughtful of you”

luckily shop lady overheard and pipes up gratefully that it’s OK and thanks to Lily

phew… phew… phew…

Cedar had been happily driving his new tractor and trailor around which we had just found beautifully made at the Denmark arts centre…

after this we perused the Butter Factory Studios and Alpaca Centre

I am in love with Alpace fibre once again and tried to convince my mum to buy an exhorbitantly priced Alpaca coat to no avail… yet…

I found Cedar a sweet duffel coat by Oobi instead and some fantastic local ceramics.

The end

everyone tired and hungry and wants to go home now

goodbye Denmark til next time

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.

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

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