Sunday, July 31, 2011


 Allowing my heart to direct my reality had me cancelling all plans,

 and spending the weekend at home.

 When the sun blessed me with it's presence in between showers I took the opportunity to sit in my garden, 
 just resting in my own tiny paradise.
 Enjoying having me home, Tarmie and Pixie relished the freedom of frolicking outside once again.
 Being the first time that they have ventured outside after rain it was enchanting to observe them as they tiptoed delicately across the wet garden.
So many new smells, everything enhanced by the thundery showers.
 Puddles glistening in the soft winter sun induced a sense of heavy relaxation.

My body merging into the scene, too pleasurable to move.
 Being at peace,
 quietly attuning to the adjustments within was all I was capable of.
 Seeing that amongst the bedlam of suburbia I had created my own tiny tropical retreat, which given my metamorphosis in Bali, had me smirking.
 How amusing it was, to find the same monumental connection, 
 in suburbia.
 Enlightenment comes to us in many different ways, for me it comes in this common little garden in an ordinary suburb, for it was here that I realised with absolute clarity, that what I had sought.
Was indeed found............

The Ego.....

The ego always seeks to divide and separate.
The divine  within always seeks to unify and heal.......


If it is meant to be


Will be.........

The Vibrancy...........

 The vibrancy of the wilderness visited me briefly this morning with a respite from the raging storms of last night. 
Laying back and raising my feet to the sun I felt as if  freedom had overpowered me, snaking its way into my heart. 
Remembering what had been highlighted to me in my recent journey had changed me, the magnitude of my intimate conversion was emphasised in the simplicity of this moment, nothing was as it was before due to the enormous shifts within that had awoken me on such a innate level.
Yet to all those around me I appeared as I was, on the surface for those unable to feel with their hearts, nothing seemed to have altered. 
Adjusting to the former rhythm of my life I can see will be difficult, as no aspect of this reality is actually absolute, it is all an illusion, a wonderful kaleidoscope of energy manifest into matter, showing me my inner world radiating back to me in the scenarios and relationships that shroud me. 
Each and every encounter we have is a direct reflection of our own inner truth, it appears that now, I have absolved myself and that it is time for more imminent changes.
The need for stillness is overwhelming, the constant pardon from 'life' crucial. 
Without calmness there is nothing else.
Coming back to the moronic chaos of the western world was easier than I anticipated, as within me the presence of the mountains and the sacred tree resides, allowing me to feel their supreme companionship dwelling in my heart...............

Never One......

 Never one to do things in the 'normal' cat way, Tarmie's relaxed attitude to life always makes me smile.
 Ever carefree and easy going.
 Although I have to admit, how he finds his new sleeping position comfortable, remains a complete mystery to me!


Appreciating quiet time with my precious cats I felt the silence of the house prevailing over me as the tempestuous weather raged outside.
Delighted to be reunited with my furry children once again, I smiled contently as I acknowledged their presence.
  Snug and warm, we watched the storm as it released it's fury upon our garden sanctuary.

 A contrast indeed to the tropical asylum of serene stillness.

 Yet, amidst the turbulence, was an incredible calm............

Walking Away....

 Walking away from my jungle hideaway saw me leaving a vastly different person to the one who first entered these gates.
 Heading towards the waiting car I turned to look back once more.
Many changes have taken place, nothing will be as it was before.
Into the comforting embrace of my humble abode I enter, knowing that a new stage of my story begins........

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Rising On.......

 Rising on my last morning I allowed myself to soak in the aura of the jungle,
 enjoying the silence,

 loosing myself as I watched the fish, 
 feeling myself falling deeper into a waking trance,
 the trickling water hypnotizing me,
 intensely changed on a level I can not begin to understand, nor share.
 Returning to the western world will be an adventure,

 yet as I return I realise that I return extensively altered.
 Remaining with me, the mountains linger, as does the wisdom of the sacred tree,
 infusing me with an intrinsic knowledge of life,
 and the competence to live through my heart,
 having strenghtened my connection to God/ Source/All That Is
 has changed me irrevocably. 

And so it continues,

the enduring composition of 'my' life,
 another episode,
 lays head, waiting to be written..................