And then the rain came…

Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.

Bill Watterson

Hey, Lovelies.

When we moved to the treehouse I thought my days of being flooded in were over. At the farm we were cut off from the world by flood waters a couple of times a year, less in drought, more in years where it was a more normal weather pattern. But we had a farm next to a river, and where we had to cross a creek to get to our front door.

Now we live near the top of a hill, and so I thought we were done with all that.

But no…

Here in South East Queensland we have had absolutely cyclonic weather the past few days, as a deep rain depression has hovered over us, barely moving and dumping literally metres of rain.

The land at the side of our house has become a fast moving and very loud waterfall.

Water has been pouring down our driveway, down all of the outside steps, and off every roof, because the gutters can’t keep up with the deluge. The pool is overflowing. The rainwater tanks are overflowing. Throughout the house everything is damp and sticky.

The seasonal spring that sits below our house has sprung back into life and is pouring forth a huge volume of water, which merges with the waterfall water in the bottom of our yard, creating a stream that runs through the back fence and off to join the swollen creeks that run through the nature reserve.

And all around us, roads are flooded.

We have dear friends close by whom we can’t get to, because they are flooded in, and their house is flooded. We’d need a boat to get to them, if it was safe enough to do so. They are okay, but cut off from the world, and with water through the bottom floor of their home. They spend their wedding anniversary last night having a picnic on their upstairs bed, with things salvaged from their flooded downstairs kitchen.

The rain was so heavy and furious yesterday, that the noise it made on our tin roof was deafening, and too loud for me to record a meditation.

Ben and I spent most of the day yelling at each other.



It’s still torrential this morning.

The lights and power outlets on one side of our home have stopped working.

But I can still make tea. I can still write. And we are well stocked, so I don’t need to go anywhere for anything just now.

Eventually the rain will stop, the waters will recede, and we will be able to get to our friends to help with the clean up. Today we’ll keep ringing and texting friends and family to check in on them and give our own updates. All we can ever really do is adapt to the current circumstances and do our best to look after ourselves and each other.

I hope that wherever you are, you are doing okay too. Know that you’re always in my thoughts, prayers and daily meditations.

Much love from your soggy friend, Nicole xx

Hi! I'm Nicole Cody. I am a writer, psychic, metaphysical teacher and organic farmer. I love to read, cook, walk on the beach, dance in the rain and grow things. Sometimes, to entertain my cows, I dance in my gumboots. Gumboot dancing is very under-rated.
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3 thoughts on “And then the rain came…

  1. I hope it eases off and drains away soon. Thinking of you, glad you can see the bright side. Me? I cannot sleep. I have a friend in Kyiv. (not close, I bought some things from her and we got talking, realistically I barely know her, but I care. Deeply, and it makes all the suffering going on there worse, two other people I know of are also in the area, one other in Kyiv. I don’t think she’s been heard from. Some online friends are also trying to trace people in Kyiv searching for any news, one other about a cat that she wishes she’d brought home with her when she had the chance. It’s the little, personal things…. I tried to get through your last video (it’s saturday but I’ve not been to bed yet, it’s also well gone 2am) but I can’t concentrate, the crystal helped. I tried to write on journeymakers group, but I didn’t want to drag the tone down (so yeah here I am on your blog instead. I’m so sorry) I just wanted to say thank you for the thirty day course. I haven’t had much chance to post because work and life, but I’ve written more this month than about the last ten years put together – and when did my writing become so bad?? – and I am really getting somewhere. It’s got me past a huge issue that stemmed from an event a few years ago, progress is being made. Again more in a month than the last three or four years. I am besotted with my cards. I chose a new pack I hadn’t used even tho I was drawn to buy them over a year ago. They are beautiful and accurate and I can’t think of a better way than in conjunction with your beautiful planner. Once things are a bit more settled I’m going to order a blank journal to go with it, because the little one I hauled from my stash is going to filled up way before the end of the year. Thank you Nicole, for more than you’ll ever know.

  2. Please send some of your rain to Costa Rica. We are in the middle of our dry season. The grass crunches under our feet, the ground is cracked and the wind will not stop. 🤪 I hope your rain stops soon. Please take care.

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