Here we are in a yellow caravan, having left our funky house on the community up north, when we departed I spent a while giving thanks to the faerie abode, deeply grateful for the rivers, cliffs and forests with a touch of sadness to leave the beautiful people of the area!
Dropping in on dear friends as we travelled down and coming here to another community one in which our hearts are aligned to it's deep meaning and resting a few days, we are settling our energies before the new adventure begins.
4hrs trek through the
enchanted old growth forest that takes you to the top of Mt Warning, this could have been a challenge for the little ones, but in full baby goat style
they bounded rather energetically up the paths and particularly the rocky cliff
face that is the hurdle before the vista of the top.
Mountains have power
that is tangible to those who are receptive, one can walk up a mountain and
transform there mind, returning changed, moved from the stuck place they may
have been in before, I know this is part of the possibilities and so I wondered
if this Sacred place would reveal solutions or soothe some of the worries I
have been having lately.
At the peak I sat down
to rest, clear skies abounded and from this vintage point the lay of the land revealed
itself a green blanket of forests and small hills flowing down towards the sea
while a more dramatic range sliced into the west, the city of Brisbane looked a
small but sinisterly grey sight on the horizon.
A blond woman
approached me and sat down rather close, she was wearing a nettle fibre scarf the same one from my Yakery shop, hand spun & knit in Nepal from a small woman’s co-op… our conversation began.
She opened up and from
her flow I learnt about her nomadic lifestyle spaning 27 years with multiply
countries and countless experiences, of her traveller joys and challenges, we listened
to each other describe the ways in which moving internationally effects your
natural rhythms, how experiencing 2 winters or summers per year has it’s strange
magic and how your subtle rhythms of body and mind which relate to a full years
seasons and the wax and wane of sunlight are estranged.
The moon we both
agreed is a sweet comfort for no matter where you go it’s celestial influence
seems to remain the same.
She spent the last 9
months in Hawaii where she found herself falling in love with the island, deciding that she should stay a vision descended of herself as a
giant white bird in mid flight whose claws couldn't find a landing as the powerful
wings keep her afloat and moved her on in an up draft of energy and so she accepted her life was charmed
to wonder about still and not long after she came here to Australia.
I always expected to find a sense of tribe in one place amongst a community of people living
close, sharing life together, this thought has been replaced with the
knowledge that tribe or community does not need the restriction of area or
culture or even physical interaction, I find my community everywhere and most
recently have began to recognise community in everyone.
Relating with people as kin has become rather simple; I find it’s more about giving friendship, sharing a
story and being available if not in person than in spirit!
thoughts I walked back down the mountain.
Later next month we fly to
Beijing where we will take in the city for a week before taking 2 flights and a
8 hour car ride high into the mountains of Tibet, a yak wool tent surrounded by
snow caped peaks awaits us, this earthy abode will be home for 2 months while
we dine on raw yak milk, yogurt and turnips, with talk of walnuts and dried
apricots to sweeten things up.
I have plans to do a meditation retreat in an
old stone hut built into a mountain side, spin the soft wool from our heard of yaks with my new compact Ashford spinning wheel which should be in my hands by next week (Joy) and work on the completion of a charity project we started there last
year. Its picnic season in Tibet, they make the most of the summer by having
folk parties for 2 months amongst the wild flowers.
I have mixed feelings
about the initial touchdown in China as you may imagine when considering the
recent history of my husbands culture but I will go there much like I go
anywhere, with an open mind! We will be picked up from the airport and driven
around the sights, all is organised, hotels, translator, even restaurants which
with fingers crossed have a few vegetarian options, I have recently watched the
funny travel doco Idiot Abroad and his trip to Beijing eateries leaves me
worried enough to take a big bag of healthy plant food snacks, when in doubt
seaweed crackers and dark chocolate.
Usually we arrive in a
country with a vague plan, nothing booked, clutching a friend or two’s phone
number in case we get overwhelmed but this trip to Beijing is very unlike the
way we do travel, this part of the adventure in China has been sponsored, so we
will go with the organised flow.
The great wall, museums
and other interests of the city are on the agenda and I hope to have at least a
day to stalk some of the vintage, and antique shops that I have been researching
with hope of collecting some much needed stock for my shop. On the way home after
the 2 months in Tibet we will have a few days to free range the city and call
on an Australian friend who is living in Beijing, I’m thinking he may give us a
more local view of what is probably going to feel like a city of an
overwhelming amount of people and their associated chaos.
Thousands of photos of
Tibetan life will be added to our collection for a long term project, and much writing
will take place about the experience of living amongst the mountains and people
as the area we will go to has seldom been experienced by foreigners, I am hoping to use some of the photos in combination
with my husbands traditional thangka art works; for a while we have been
thinking on how to combine his amazing silk stitchery with my pictures and I’m
sure this time in Tibet will be the perfect inspiration for that aspiration.
This will be the first
time the kids and myself has met this side of the family my husbands mother,
brother and sister and all the relatives, it is such a blessing of connection
and learning for us all and will no doubt be an unforgettable experience all
round, my heart is opened in anticipation.
Somewhere amongst all
this travel and flow of the last few years a space has begun to edge it’s way in and grow like
creeping ivy around the fullness of our nomadic lives, it seems to say it is
time to start looking for home.
It may just be a seed
that sprouted when the weather turned from days full of sunrays to cloudy, cold
and dark in which the house stays in the shadows to just before noon, officially it's still autumn be we shiver like it's winter.
Or it maybe that in an
area like this, even the most stubborn hermit seems powerless against the
charms of gathering, connection and community… I have tried to balance the activity but am lured out of my snuggle zone by all manner of get togethers, adventures
and causes… It’s a wonderful place for social indulgence but on the flip side I
haven’t been getting all that much done.
It could also be that
a full schedule of travel is looming rather suddenly, one that sees us transverse
the globe like bees in a flower garden and need for a homely hive will be pushed
to the back draws of our mind in wake and ware of our Gypsy addresses.
We have some pretty
big adventures to do first, it seems!
We watched the sun rise
We went for a swim
Wondered coffee high around the organic farmers market
Ate Salad and adzuki miso
Had a nap... not a real one
Found our computers
Now we are about to walk up a mountain.
You are looking at the bottoms of some hard core Gypsies, T is away to Kathmandu tomorrow, I picked C up from the airport a few days ago and J well she is our beautiful base.
I sometimes remember blog land like it was some magical kingdom that I would visit on my flying carpet, a place full of dream weavers, threads of mind connecting through the twilight skies, lovers draped in words and coloured in pixelated potential.
I am too wrapped up in clouds of mirror like solitude to be much of a companion to this play these days, the lush dark green forest has taken over my house and head.
So consider this sweet friends a little postcard... I do remember you!