It’s Hard To Blog When You Can’t Find Your Slippers

“It’s easier to put on slippers than to carpet the whole world.” ~ Al Franken

 

The mornings have suddenly turned cold here at the farm.
I’m meditating with a heavy prayer shawl around me for my 4am starts, and choosing to stay sitting up in bed so I can remain cosy.

Normally when my meditation is finished I’d pop out of bed, put my dressing gown and slippers on, go make a cup of tea and sit down at the kitchen table to write in my journal and then blog.

The early morning floorboards are too cold for bare feet. I need my slippers in the cooler months. But do you think I could find them today? I usually leave them under the bed. How odd that they are gone.

I’ve been searching everywhere for my slippers!
I eventually discovered one, tucked under the desk on the front veranda. Only one though.

Rufous the very good dog found the second slipper. He was obviously minding it for me so it wouldn’t run off again.

Good boy, Rufous!

 

Meanwhile, in Dog Land…

Rufous: Hahaha, this slipper is delicious!

Rufous: Why are they calling my name? I am innocent. Well, I will act like I am innocent.

Rufous: Oops… Would you believe I found it here on the couch? Is it yours? 

Sorry, Mum. It’s only just a bit chewed. And soggy. But it’s still good.

 

 

The Possibilities Before Us – Monday Oracle 24 April 2017

“Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different. Life would undergo a change of appearance because we ourselves had undergone a change of attitude.”
~ Katherine Mansfield

 

Hello, Lovelies!

Here’s the oracle card I have chosen this Monday, and my take on the energetic outlook for the week ahead. I use any oracle or tarot cards shown as a prompt for channelled messages and my own intuitive wisdom, so my take is sometimes quite different to the meaning found in a book. ‘Enlightenment’ is from the Chakra Wisdom Oracle Deck by Tori Hartman.

If you read my forecast for April, you’ll remember that April has strong energy for believing in ourselves and reclaiming our direction.

So, what gifts does Enlightenment bring for you this week?

This week brings hope, even for those of us who have found ourselves in the darkest of spaces. It also brings us the capacity to envision our best self, or the ultimate outcome for a project or business, and the clarity to begin to work towards that.

It’s a week of sifting and sorting. Working out where to spend our time, working out what to keep and what to let go.

So much will begin to fall away this week. As we begin to know and trust ourselves our outlook will change. We’ll begin to feel more free, more peaceful, more optimistic – no matter what our current circumstances might be.

This week the energy supports you to hold space for others in a way that allows them to finally glimpse for themselves the potential you see is possible for them. It’s a week where we can begin to believe in ourselves and in a brighter future.

For some of us this week will also bring visions – a deeper connection to God, our Guides, our Higher Selves. It’s a week well suited to all things spiritual and metaphysical. A great week for devotion, meditation and for preparing to delve deeper. A week where teachers will appear, because we are finally ready. Or maybe YOU are the teacher and you are finally ready… 🙂

In summary this is a week of revelation, of hope, of answers. Of new direction and of possibility – even though the path or the destination may not be clear as yet.

Supportive crystals this week?

Snowflake Obsidian will help to remove old negative self-talk and replace it with optimism. Selenite will help you to connect into your guides, angels and psychic ability. Amethyst will truly boost your intuitive abilities and help you on your spiritual path.  Pyrite for physical healing and Jade/Nephrite for emotional healing.

Helpful essential oils? 

Young Living’s Awaken essential oil blend, or a combination (or singly!) of any of Geranium, Orange, Sandalwood and Lavender. Awaken essential oil blend smells sweet and woody and can be worn as a perfume (Place on wrists, over heart and on back of neck) or used in a diffuser. A few drops in the bath are heavenly too. It’s a great oil to get you out of your head and into your heartspace. It promotes spiritual connection and intuition and is deeply calming. I love this oil, and it’s my oil of choice in my diffuser again this week. You can find all the oils here.

Holding you, as always, in my thoughts, prayers and meditations, and intending for a you a life of abundance and joy, where you are no longer limited by your doubts.

All my love,

Nicole ❤ xx

Fancy Gumboots – Perfect For Dancing!

“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”
~ Jalaluddin Rumi

“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,
Love like you’ll never be hurt,
Sing like there’s nobody listening,
And live like it’s heaven on earth.”
~ William W. Purkey

 

Easter weekend is here again, and of course two things are a given:

  1. It’s Bluesfest here at Byron Bay
  2. It’s raining

And my old gumboots died somewhere around Christmas. But that’s okay. Yesterday Ben bought me some new ones.

I now have the world’s comfiest, warmest gumboots (or galoshes or wellingtons depending on where you are!).

They are soft but sturdy, and lined with fur. Completely waterproof, washable and light. And they even have little handles to pull them on and off.

Heaven!

These gumboots are perfect for tramping around the paddocks here at the farm, or for doing a little gumboot boogie if the mood takes me.

I’ll be wearing them tonight as I dance my heart out. Because unless I’m dead, I’ll still be dancing!

How about you? What do you have planned for the Easter weekend?

Hugs and love, Nicole ❤ xoxo

PS – Life is usually not perfect. Stuff rarely goes to plan. Celebrate anyway. Live anyway. Because you never know when the music might stop. Make the most of your weekend, lovelies, and do something that makes your heart glad, even if it’s a bit of a stretch for you. That’s my secret to happiness! (And yes, for some of you that might mean resting rather than crazy running around.) Love you xx

Science-ing Our Way Back to Health!

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“Molecular biology has shown that even the simplest of all living systems on the earth today, bacterial cells, are exceedingly complex objects. Although the tiniest bacterial cells are incredibly small, weighing less than 10-12 gms, each is in effect a veritable micro-miniaturized factory containing thousands of exquisitely designed pieces of intricate molecular machinery, made up altogether of one hundred thousand million atoms, far more complicated than any machine built by man and absolutely without parallel in the nonliving world.”
~ Michael Denton, Evolution: A Theory In Crisis

 

If you’ve been following my blog you’ll know that Ben and I came home from our overseas holiday and then promptly went down with the worst gastro bug ever.

This wretched bug has defied all normal treatment. And all of the treatments thus far have involved herbs and drugs which have also been causing major lyme die-off for me, which is awesome, but also awful. I’m exhausted from disturbed nights and no food staying in me long enough to be absorbed and do some good. I still have fevers, stomach and bowel pain, cramping and bloody stools. 😦  And now itchy skin, arthritis, stinging wee and itchy sore eyes. It hasn’t been much fun around here.

Thankfully late yesterday our pathology tests finally gave us a definitive diagnosis of an exotic form of shigella, a treatable bacterial infection, which attacks the colon and if it becomes embedded like ours has, cause all kinds of complications – and now needs to be bombed with antibiotics. Antibiotics which were my personal horror drugs during my extensive lyme treatment.

So we started our new drugs last night and have five days to go.

Yay for pathology and answers and treatment.

I have profound respect for the powerhouses that bacteria are, and just how much havoc these little critters can wreak. And I’m glad that Now I can finally evict this lot and get back to normal life again.

Hugs and love, Nicole ❤ xx

PS – on a very happy note it looks like we may have found a little brother for Harry – a young red cattle dog rescue pup. We’re just waiting for his final vet checks etc so we’ll keep you posted about that!

Chakra Journal Challenge Postponed Until Tomorrow Because…

“Blown up a toilet? We’ve never blown up a toilet.”
“Great idea though, thanks, Mum.”
~ J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

 

Sorry, Lovelies,

Today’s blog is now an apology instead of an installment of our Chakra Journal Challenge.

You see, Ben and I can’t seem to shift this wretched stomach bug. So we finally went back to the doctor. Who ordered a gazillion tests.

Some of which we’re doing this morning.

And some of which took all of yesterday afternoon, after which I put myself straight to bed.

I’m fine as long as I don’t eat or drink. And that’s not a game plan for the long term.

Anyway, fingers crossed that I’ll be back on deck later today, and that blogging will be back to normal tomorrow, and my stomach soon after that!

Hugs and love, Nicole ❤ xoxo

 

My Current Top Five ‘Not Blogging Reasons’

“Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “It might have been”.”
~ Kurt Vonnegut

 

  1. Ben and I came home from holidays with the world’s worst gastro bug.
  2. Due to illness-induced misery coupled with jet lag and insomnia, I was only ever awake at ridiculous o’clock, and never at blogging central time.
  3. Somewhere in the midst of all the misery I vomited so hard that I tore internal scar tissue and adhesions from my recent abdominal surgery. Ouch!
  4. I ended up with infection and high fevers which caused hallucinations and complete loss of time and space.
  5. The outside world ceased to exist, and all my plans were forgotten.

I am feeling a little more human as of yesterday. So, normal blog scheduling will now resume. Along with naps, self-care, cups of tea, bone broth, plain foods and probiotics.

We’re in the city still. Our suitcases remain in the middle of the lounge-room floor and we haven’t even unpacked yet. Maybe today? Meanwhile our little farm is an island, all flooded in by ex-tropical cyclone Debbie.

Life is indeed a glorious adventure!

Thanks for all the messages of concern when I missed blogging for a few days. You know me well. I only ever miss a post if something’s up. But really, we’re doing much better now.

Biggest love and hugs,

Nicole ❤ xx

Travelling With Bukowski

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I always travel with a book. Sometimes several.

But this trip I decided to load e-books on my kindle, as well as a few audio books, and bring just a journal instead, to save space.

It worked for a while.

And then suddenly it didn’t.

 

In a bookshop in Manila I found the English Language section. They stocked a broad and eclectic range, and the books were mostly cheap paperbacks with impossibly thin pages and thin covers and several of every copy, impenetrable in their plastic wrapping.

I excavated a thin poetry book that was hidden behind new editions of recent best-sellers. The protective cover was gone; the small book was so well read that the cover was creased almost in two and every page was soiled and marked. Like all of the travellers before me I stopped and dipped between its pages for a moment. The world stood still as words fell around me like rain.

I dug around the shelves some more and then I found it. A volume of Charles Bukowski’s poetry. The cover was soft with wear. It was well read and loved already. It felt good in my hand, like I belonged to it, and it to me. I couldn’t bring myself to open it. I just held it tight, and stood in front of the shelves a little longer, pretending that I might choose something else. Wondering if I could take it home.

I couldn’t see for tears.

Once, long ago, I took a journey to another far-away place and forgot to take a book with me. I was living in the Kimberley then. The remote Australian outback. A terrible place to be without a book.

Not long after I arrived a group of American tourists camped at the station. It was their last adventure before they caught a plane to Darwin and then home. On the morning of their departure they dumped whatever they didn’t need, to lighten their luggage.

Later that morning I watched a cleaner empty the trash from the men’s toilet. Among the papers and bottles and debris I saw a book fly into the bin. Before I could stop myself I ran from the office and snatched it up. I didn’t even stop to read the cover. It was a book, and I was a junky starved of words.

I wiped it clean with a corner of my shirt and carried it home triumphant.

This same book.

For days back in that wilderness place I couldn’t even open it. I just read the cover over and over. The title said ‘You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense – Charles Bukowski.’

I felt like Bukowski was talking to me. I knew and he knew.

And as I chose and read a single poem, rationing them to every other day, I came to know that poets exist to sing breath back into our bodies when we can no longer breathe for ourselves.

I lost that precious book when we moved from the Kimberley. But now we have found each other again.

I read one randomly selected poem aloud each day, to entertain Ben and to nurture myself. It’s like travelling with an old friend.

It’s like coming home.