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!