Woop Woop

Recently, a friend came on facebook messenger,  asking me where are you’?  I replied ‘oh, out woop woop’,  then suddenly realised what a funny expression that was for anyone whose english is not their first language, like my dear belgium friend. She is probably scratching her head thinking ‘where the  darn is woop woop?’..

How do we explain that term, which rolls so succinctly off our aussie tongues?

Answer: A long way from the nearest town.

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We are not 10 minutes from the nearest town… we are 1.5 hours drive from Clermont, or  2 hours, depending on the vehicle your’e driving, or if you take a wrong turn. Believe me, out here, in woop woop, it’s easy to do. There is the time of day when one drives, that one needs to consider, because there are the roo’s  (kangaroos) hovering road side and the occasional family of bush pigs or cows,  who run out in the middle of the road, startled by your headlights. So they stop.  Right there, in front of you. One minute your driving  100 kms, the next you’ve hit the brakes, struggling to do 10 kmh.

The nearest neighbours are 10 kms away and the sky is a starry bright palette to which I am unaccustomed and when the sun goes down and the birds have tuckered down it is extremely quiet out here.  But that sky.  Mere words can not adequately explain it.

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It has been a grande experience, re connecting with people and children I care for greatly. When a 8 year old holds your face and says “you’re great and I love ya” it kinda strikes a place in your heart. ‘Awww’ as a reply, doesn’t really cut it. But I take away the love, the feeling which reminds me that most succinct experiences are not spoken, but are felt by the heart.

Naturally,  being out ‘woop woop’ is not without it’s challenges, one of which is the heat. (The isolation came in second place.)  Mid morning, the sun slaps your face as you suddenly realise, ‘shit, it’s burning’.. and scurry inside to locate your wide brim hat. (And slap on some sunscreen while your at it.)

Walking hand in hand with it’s seeming harshness is a raw beauty we are not privvy to in the city. Its a vibe, a slowing down, a feeling that I haven’t felt until being out here. Miles from nowhere. Woop Woop. Everyone should go here. My mother used to talk about the big skies and ‘fairy lands’ she discovered as a girl, living in a tin shed with flour bag walls out near Southern Cross, Western Australia.

I am beginning to know my mother a whole lot more, a whole lot deeper as I spend precious time out ‘woop woop’ discovering what she was privvy too, 70 odd years before me. Wow.

 

Adaptability

A few years ago I watched a film called “The lady in number 6.” It was a short doco shown at the Gympie Film Festival. In fact, maybe I’ve already referred to it before in another blog… The short version is Alice survived a concentration camp and what struck me so profoundly was when she said ‘you had to learn to be adaptable, if not, your life could be over in a split second.’

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Now, on another note, sometimes people call me ‘changeable’ because I’m a gemini. Yet once I was seeing a counsellor and always left his office feeling positive and self empowered, as he rephrased a ‘negative’ into a positive and called me adaptable. Some people put a lot of emphasis on star signs and ok, Im a gemini, ok, being changeable is part of our natures, but really, it is true for many. I’m not a big advocate of star signs because I feel we are all a mixture of many signs. You take a little of this, a little of that, but I don’t base my life along being a gemini with a pisces moon because at the crux of my being is a soul who is timeless and ageless and has no star sign. We are so much more than our star signs so why limit ourselves? 

A few years ago I wasn’t so adaptable. I remember sitting at my girlfriends house balling my eyes out saying ‘I no longer have a home’! I had left my partner, (finally) and in doing so, said goodbye to all our plans, goals and dreams. And my ‘home’. This is how I know Ive grown, because now I am so much better at going with the flow. My ‘home’ is wherever my pillow is. I’m now able to travel, to experience very different cultures, lifestyles and people and I love every moment even the challenging moments….

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My little car, full of my possessions no longer define me. I no longer long for ‘things’. I long for peace, wisdom, a deeper connection with spirit, a more thorough understanding of my self, my relationships and understanding the reasons ‘why’ things happen. Of course there is a fine line between wanting to understand and simply allowing. Not analysing and being in present time. It’s always a juggling act…

 

 

 

Double Rainbow

What a week.

And so apt that last week I blogged about ‘Change’ which is about being adaptable and willing to let go… of … relationships, people, jobs, what ever no longer serves us. AND so, some of you know, I set sail to Sydney as I thought I was heading to a ‘dream job’. Too good NOT to at least, try.  However, it soon became apparent that I did not have all the facts to make an informed decision and once again, was thrown a curve ball.

Yet is was also a grande opportunity to face my own principles. Those old questions arose again ‘was my need to please and gain approval of others going to dictate my now inadequate situation? Or was I going to stand my ground, speak my truth and set forth, yet again, amid my life feels topsy turvy and transitory?

I’m getting better (finally) at knowing what is NOT going to serve me. And so, as I drove out of Sydney back towards Brisbane feeling ‘what on earth was THAT all about?’ suddenly I saw this. A double rainbow. It came out of the blue. I drove into it and in a split second (well, about 20 seconds to be precise) it was gone.

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It took my breath away, far more beautiful than this photograph could ever capture.

I looked up what a double rainbow meant : According to the art and philosophy of Feng Shui,double rainbows “are considered symbolic of transformations in your life. The material world is represented by the first rainbow while the second rainbow is the spiritual world.’

Beautiful.

Sometimes we don’t know what’s around the corner, we can act in good faith and make decisions on the information we are given. Sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesn’t. Yet as I saw this rainbow I suddenly felt that this past week had all been a test. Was I going back into old patterns that were hardwired into my brain? Or was I going to be gusty and brave and say no… and stay true to my self as I grow in self  love? Lub loni xx

 

That lil word ‘change’

Never has a word struck more fear into the hearts of many than the word Change. It can show up in an instant and cripple even the strongest of men. How we react around the changing circumstances of our lives really tests us on the deepest level. Recently someone said to me ‘oh I have no fear’ yet it is very easy to say that when you are living a comfortable life isn’t it? Far harder if you lose everything overnight! What then? How’s your fear barometer doing? How do you sit with the word Change? What needs attention or changing in your world?

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I love the story of  Neal Donald Walsch, a man whom had no health insurance and found himself penniless after an accident.  He is living proof that so often “change”  gives us opportunities that we never ever considered. Yet what courage is required of us to literally walk out into the world penniless!! We humans are creatures of habit and enjoy our comforts and lets face it, it’s easy to talk the talk. Of course we feel fearless when we have a roof over our head, money in the bank and our immediate future looking pretty okay. Far more challenging when we are put to the test!

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Which brings me to the next person whom I have adored for many years. She left her old life as she knew it, for a spiritual calling in her 50’s and walked across America in aid of peace. Her name was Peace Pilgram and her simple life embraced a rich inner spirituality.  http://www.peacepilgrim.com

In the hope of inspiring and encouraging you to grow, to take on fresh opportunities, to step outside of maybe your comfort zone…. embrace something different and remember to breathe, relax in the letting go of what is no longer required and trust….. xx

 

In memory of Guz

My sister in law passed over into the spirit world over Easter.

I saw her when I visited W.A. in February. I knew how ill she was, poor love. Cancer had well and truly ravaged her.  As she walked me to my car one afternoon, I felt we were saying goodbye. I hugged her fragile body and really couldn’t find words to say. Goodbye feels so final. ‘See ya later’ is what I usually say, but this day, something caught in my throat. I knew her time was severely limited and felt particularly sad for her kids and my brother who had been with her for many many years.

I reflected on primary school and meeting Guz who wanted to play in my netball team. Being captain, I had to make any necessary changes each week, listen to girls who wanted to play different positions and adjust the team accordingly. She always had an easy going laugh about her which I instantly warmed to. Who knew that one day, a couple of decades up the track, she would marry one of my brothers?

Over the years we drifted apart. I moved away. We lived in different states and at times it felt like we lived on different planets. People grow apart, interests change and some move on. Yet recently, when I was back home, I realised something hadn’t changed that much. We linked back into a past we could both recall. Times before children were born, before partners and divorces, and long before family fall outs over trivial issues.

And so as I sit thinking about Guz as we affectionately called her at school, I know that life goes on. We feel our sadness and accept our grief. None of us know how long we have. Anything can happen and I try to always be mindful of a quote I recently read….

“We are all just walking each other home.”

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The Healing Power of Mediumship

I listened to a medium speak recently about his struggles with being a medium.  The heightened sensitivity was a issue and as he threw his hands in the air said ‘who would be a medium – really? It’s not as easy as it looks.’

And i get that – 100% .  The heightened sensitivity to everything especially to other peoples vibrations, air craft noise that fly constantly overhead, traffic, sirens and walking around a shopping centre can totally drain you. Negativity can de-rail you if your feeling more vulnerable than usual and yep, it can be totally exhausting on every level. Throw in the mix our working lives which help support ourselves as we develop our spiritual gifts.

Yet, there are things we can actively do to help our sensitivity.  We can incorporate more tranquility into our lives, either by choosing our living environment wisely or sitting daily in meditation to help strengthen our selves. Preferably both. Taking time out is vital too, I know sometimes I’ve been too busy, running here, there, helping, working until there’s not much left in the tank.

And it’s so important to have our energy in tact! It’s our vital life force, our connection to the earth, our state of health physically and emotionally which needs to be kept strong in order to do this extraordinary work.

Make no mistake about it – it is extraordinary rewarding, poignant work when we begin to work with the subtle energies of the spirit world. It is soul to soul work. It is real. Listening for the whispers on the breeze, the intuitive insights, the flashes of feeling as the spirit realm attempt to communicate through us, the channel, to reach someone who is living. Someone who needs to know that life goes on.

As a medium, we have the unique ability to touch a human living soul on the deepest level. We are true healers. When you can bring through evidence that a soul is still around,  that a loved one continues to watch over you, walk alongside you, smile at your quirky ways, well, that is God’s work. Nothing more, nothing less.

A medium demonstrates the unique power of healing, not of the body, but of the soul.  There is no greater gift as far as I’m concerned. They can also be powerful conductors of healing energy too, should they wish to help heal bodies. For me, it was the message of hope that was given after my brother died by Doris Stokes that was my life changer.

There is no greater meaning to life than living in spirit, having a knowledge of spirit and helping those that need to know that their loved ones are closer than they know. So to all my fellow mediums out there, please don’t give up on your journey. Your gift is needed.

And the journey is worth it.

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Mick Leary

My brother.  Mick.  He was 24 when he ended his life.

I was 19…..

He was laugh out loud funny.

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As a kid I’d spy him walking up the drive way with his surfer mates (aged 15 -16 ) and feel the thrill of excitement wash over me. I thought  (in my pre teen mind) that ‘they’ were all so cool, good looking, funny and ‘if only’ I could join them,  (which seemed a distant fantasy.) They lived to surf and since our house was 2 streets from the beach…. it was ‘the pad’ to go to after a surf. I’d walk into the kitchen some mornings when they would arrive back and hang around hoping (praying) for a scrap of attention. Even a ‘hey lon’ would have done.. but they were too intent sitting around the toaster warming their frozen hands amid stifled laughs and cooking toast to satisfy their starving stomachs to notice me…..

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Thats Mick, with the blonde locks.

 

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There he is again, the blonde with a cigar (how did he get away with that?) The groovy 70’s

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Here he is again, (I didn’t even know about the surf comp until coming to Albany and staying with Bill)… thanks for this surprise article Bill !

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Once again I sat here, cried and whispered to his spirit.

It’s been a long time between grave sits and for 20 odd years I couldn’t bear to touch foot on Albany soil because of it. But time really does heal. His wonderful exciting musically creative spirit lives on… we can speak now, more from the heart now that time has passed. I can sit with his best mate and both be OK with our tears.

There is power in just being with the memories.

And making peace with what was.