A Break In And A Hullabaloo

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“Rule number one of farm life is that the cows get out or in to the wrong paddock at the most inconvenient time! You should know that by now, Nicole. Go put your boots on.” ~ Ben Phillips

 

There was a heck of a commotion outside our house gate this morning. Just as I was sitting down to write a very different blog post to this one. A mob of angry cow mothers were calling their recalcitrant young ‘uns who had slipped under the fence in the dead of night and who were busy feasting on my parsley, sweet peas and strawberry plants.

We’ve just finished mustering the seven naughty calves back out the side gate. It took over an hour because they kept scattering in all directions.

I mustered on foot, in pyjamas and boots.

Now I’m cold and muddy and I need a shower pronto!

But the babes are back with their mums and order is restored.

Time for a coffee date with Ben and Cafe Dog. :)

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Those All-Night Conversations…

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“Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after.”
~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

I’ll keep this short, because I am seriously just about to go to bed at a little after 6am.

I’ve had one of those nights with my beloved. One where we both woke long before midnight after hardly having been to sleep, both got up to stoke the fire because the house had grown cold, started talking, and then settled down in front of those crackling flames and kept talking all night.

No alcohol. Nothing to fuel the conversation but the need to talk and explore ideas and emotions and choices and all the big life stuff you usually only talk about after too much red wine.

I so love that after this many years of marriage we can and do talk about everything under the sun. May we grow old together, still having fascinating conversations at the oddest of hours.

Bye for now. Soft bed and pillow are calling my name…

Restful Rambles

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“We need the tonic of wildness…  At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”
~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

I have spent the past two days at the farm grounding myself back into my body, and giving myself some soul nourishment time. There have been naps, cups of tea and book reading, and rambles through nature with the dogs at my heels.

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I hugged the big Hoop Pine and pulled its healing magic into me. I meditated with its gracious company and felt my energy restored. (Learn how to do that here.)

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I gazed into the tangle of greenery and watched birds and koalas going about their daily business.

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I rejoiced in the orange trumpet flower that covers the old creamery turned log storage. After which I loaded a wheelbarrow full of wood for the evening’s fire.

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I plucked a bunch of fragrant erlicheer jonquils for my bedside table. Their fragrance always reminds me of my mum.

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I inspected the strawberries and sweet-peas, which are happily co-existing at my back door.

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The King Orchid is putting forth lots of lush new growth and I expect spectacular flowers come spring.

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A posy of camelia flowers for the kitchen table.

Then a tray of roasted root vegetables for dinner. After a big week in the channelling space, and spending most of my time in the higher chakras of my body – lots of walking, tree meditations, being in nature, and eating yellow and orange root vegetables draws my energy back down into my lower chakras, firming up my connection to the earth again. If you do a lot of energy work, ever feel spacy or have had a shock or trauma these simple measures will help bring you back into grounded alignment gently and naturally.

Sending much love to you <3 Nicole xoxo

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Every Bead A Prayer

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“What is a teacher? I’ll tell you: it isn’t someone who teaches something, but someone who inspires the student to give of her best in order to discover what she already knows.”
~ Paulo Coelho, The Witch of Portobello

 

 

You may remember that at the very beginning of my Retreat preparation I made a mala, with one bead for each of my students, and one for each of my support team.

Twice a day for the month before the retreat I prayed that mala, sending love, healing and energy work to each person. Setting my intent for them to find their way and to receive everything they needed for their Highest Good during our time together on retreat.

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Soon my fingers knew every bead. And so did my heart.

There was Helen and Paul and Margot. This one was Cherie. The next one was Brooke…

When we all came together I kept holding space and praying that mala until just before the end of the retreat.

Then I broke down the string of beads, took each one, and made it into a mala of its very own.

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I was up late into the night working on them after everyone had gone to bed. It was the first thing I did in the morning after my meditation, trying to get them all finished so that I could present them on the last day.

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Finally they were all done, and I held each one up to be blessed.

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It was with mixed emotions that I lifted all the malas up over my head to wear them one last time before I handed them over to each student.

 

I had carried them all with me, and now I was letting them go.

They are still in my heart, and I’m so very proud of them. It has been my absolute pleasure to be their teacher. I know that they will shine much positive energy and love out into the world.

Here’s me, on the final morning. Thoroughly exhausted, emotional, and bursting with love for them all.

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Our Final Day

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“And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been.”
~ Rainer Maria Rilke

 

Can you see the Black Cockatoos in the photo above?

It’s our last day of retreat, and this morning I have been greeted by the mournful cry of the Black Cockatoos as they streak across the dawn sky. They always remind me of my Aboriginal Aunties, and whenever they appear I feel they are telling me that they’re watching me, and that I am on the right track. I feel them calling me home.

It is a tender morning for my heart, this morning. My students will leave our care today and go back out into the everyday world. The world will feel the same as it ever was, but for them everything has changed.

Change is so often like that. Something profound happens. Your very soul shifts. You are different. The person you once were is gone. And yet, on the outside, you still look the same. It is possible no-one else will notice this radical transformation.

It reminds me of that Zen proverb:

Image from pinterest.com

Image from pinterest.com

Today my students will go forth into the world. Their everyday lives will resume. For them everything will be both the same, and new.

I could not be more proud nor hopeful.

Image from the overthinker.org

Image from the overthinker.org

Being Held By Nature

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“The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.”
~ Albert Einstein

 

Here’s a little snapshot of the loveliness that is our retreat venue. The picture above is of the huge crystal grid set up in the middle of our work room. The pictures below are of the grounds that support us as we work and play.

A strong breeze has come up in the night, and the predawn sky is filled with puffy clouds, stars and that salty scent of the sea.

Here comes the sun…

Thinking of you all and sending much love,

Nicole <3 xoxo

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Whales, Bird Fairies and Magic

 

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“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
~ Roald Dahl

 

Yesterday when I finished my morning meditation I stood on the deck outside my bedroom and watched whales breaching and blowing out in Byron Bay, greeting the sunrise with exuberance and enthusiasm. It was a magical beginning to my day.

Here at Retreat we are surrounded by nature, and serenaded by the chorus of birdsong and the distant roar of surf.

It helps us to go deep in our spiritual work, in such a peaceful environment.

My students were practicing their first verbal trance channelling yesterday, so they paired up and scattered themselves through the grounds to find some space and privacy for their work. I was left in the big hall on my own.

Just off that hall is a small room, and two of my group settled themselves there.  There was finally time for a break for me so I made myself a cuppa and went and stood at the door to the hall.

A bird joined me. He flew onto the ground six feet in front of me and hopped towards me.

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Hello, I said to the bird.

Excuse me, he seemed to say, and then he cocked his head as if he was listening. His eyes brightened as he heard the sound of one of my students laughing . Then he hopped past me, up the stairs and into the hall.

Curious, I followed him.

Hop, hop, hop, he went across the foyer. Hop, hop, up the stairs. Hop hop into the big hall.  Then he flew up onto the back of the first chain in the row, and hopped his way, chair to chair, right across the hall until he was outside the small room.

I held my breath, wondering what he would do. Wondering if I should stop him. I didn’t want my channelling students to be startled.

Before I could make a decision he flew into the small room where two women were working. One had her eyes closed, and was in the channelling state. The other was taking notes and assisting.

The bird jumped onto a pillow near the student whose eyes were open, then flew around the room and landed opposite her. He stared at her with his steely gaze. When he was satisfied he simply flew back the way he had come and up into the trees. It was such a strange thing to witness.

I stood at the door to check on my students.

Bird Fairy, my student said to me. When I did your Fairy Oracle last week I chose the Bird Fairy. I’ve been seeing birds ever since. They follow me. I feel like it’s giving me conformation that I’m on the right path. She smiled broadly, and then they went on with their work.

It certainly was a magical day. :)