Mother Earth

I've been searching for direction, knowing somewhere in me I know what I am supposed to do but not doing it. On my recent camping trip it came to me, I could hear whispers in the corners of my mind which eventually became clearer and clearer. Earth's Mother was whispering to me, I could hear her in the rustling of the leaves and the smashing of the waves on the beach. I started to see her messages everywhere, etched in the trees and rocks, washed in on the sand. I could feel her around me like a warm embrace and I felt that I was exactly where I was meant to be so that I could hear her. It was bliss! I just had to listen, be quiet and still my mind. Then she came and took my hand and we walked together for hours surrounded by the bush and the ocean.

Her message was this:

Shhh, can you hear me?

Inside you? It's me, Earth's Mother.

Love me, look after me

and I will look after you.

Be still, quite

My magic is in you.......

Thank you Mother Earth, I'm sorry it took me so long to hear you.

A Little Get Away

Do you ever have that feeling that you are in the perfect place at the perfect time? Well that is where I was last weekend. Both in need of a break, we kept it very simple, camping with only the bare necesseties in one of our favourite places, Double Island Point.

I was here on the dunes, having a morning coffee while watching the waves roll in.

I was here on the beach, strolling aimlessly alongside the seagulls and searching for ocean treasures.

I was here, amazing over the ever changing landscape of these mountains being eroded by the wind and sea.

I was here trying to take in the gorgeous colours of the ocean and watching the surfers and sea turtles swim by.

I was here meandering along this path up to Lighthouse surrounded by the native flora.

And as I got higher, I was here looking back at the beach we had driven along to reach the Point.

Can you see the love heart in this stone? When I am beachcombing I always have an eye out for heart shaped stones, so this was lovely to happen across.

I agree with whoever said "The journey is the reward".

The next day, we drove along Freshwater Track that takes us through to Rainbow Beach (what a magic name for a place hey?), weaving through the huge scribbly bark trees, stopping often to admire them and try to decipher the messages etched into the bark.

Further along the track we entered the rainforest which signalled the last leg of journey.

Perfect weekend, perfect company, perfect place.