The Stop Go Man

“Be the reason someone smiles. Be the reason someone feels loved and believes in the goodness in people.” 
~  Roy T. Bennett

 

Byron Bay has sunshine and farmers markets and great beaches and heaps of tourists and endless potholes. Our roads are in a constant state of disrepair, and there are always road crews out doing their best to keep them patched.

Wherever there are road crews there are also traffic controllers, or Stop-Go people, as I like to call them. It’s usually the same faces that we see, year in, year out. Byron is a small shire, after all.

Recently we’ve been stopped often just here (see below). The view is fantastic and there’s almost always an ocean breeze, so the long wait is not much of a hardship.

I like to wave at the traffic controllers, and thank them as we drive past. Almost always they smile or wave back, or at least acknowledge me with their eyes. Except this one bloke…

For over five years I could not create any kind of interaction. Every time we encountered him I’d wave and smile. If he saw me he never let on. Somehow that made me even more determined. Whenever I saw him I’d double my efforts. When that didn’t make a difference I began dancing in my seat and doing funky disco moves. I even made up songs for him.

Finally, one very cold morning earlier this year, after years of concerted effort, the traffic controller raised one finger off the Stop-Go sign in what is known in Australia as a one-finger wave. Motorists often do this on country roads as they pass one another, raising just one finger off the steering wheel.

I was beside myself!

‘Have a great day!’ I yelled as we drove past. And of course I waved one more time.

He was in that one spot on the road all week. Every day we’d go past, and each day I’d wave and yell out something positive, and every day he’d raise one finger then go back to being poker-faced.

Then I didn’t see him for months.

Until yesterday. He had his back to us, talking into his two-way radio as we drove up, but as we went past he turned and saw us. He raised one finger at me and smiled. ‘G’day, love,” he grunted, then turned away again before I could react.

Made my day, he did!

Wishing you all a fabulous day too, with waves and kind words and funky disco dancing,

Much love, Nicole  xx

Not my Stop-Go guy, but one just like him!

Magical And Surprising – Spring At The Farm!

“It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.” 
~  John Galsworthy

It was a beautiful day at the farm here yesterday – all sunshine and rain and greenery and discovery and cups of tea and long rangey walks out into nature.

The gardenias are blooming, scenting the air with their rich perfume, and beyond the swimming pool Mr Grunty, our big male resident koala, looked down on us from his perch amidst the gumleaves and grunted his appreciation for the goodness of life and a break in the rain.

The vegetable gardens are groaning with produce, and I harvested a basket of kale for our dinner, under the watchful eye of Randal the garden gnome, whom we will give a coat of fresh paint on Sunday in honour of the change in seasons.

The coriander has all bolted while I was visiting the city, and so have my broccolini and lettuce.

I’ll let them go to seed and in no time at all there will be new baby shoots sprouting up by themselves. Perfect.

My beetroot has gone gangbusters too. After the unseasonally dry winter it has loved the sudden rain. This will soon be juiced or roasted.

As we walked down to the river paddock I thought I saw a coil of rope hanging off the gate post. But no, it was a green tree snake, entwined in the chain that usually latches the gate to the house paddock. We left her undisturbed. She was rather large, and oh so pretty!

All in all it was a wonderfully relaxing day, that has left me recharged and rested, ready for a big weekend of writing, planning and a little work.

Sending my love to you, and my wishes that you too get some recharge time over the next few days,

Nicole  xoxo

The Turn In The Road Where My Worries Fall Away

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“Though a lifetime of listening to the music of the world has passed, even now the tone of the rain on the roof of my home is the sweetest sound I have ever heard.” 
~  Kensi Brianne Smith

 

We’ve been up in Brisbane this past week, and it’s been full on.

I’ve had doctors’ appointments and the sorts of things to attend to that can only be done in the city.

I’ve held space for friends and clients who have suffered tragedy and tempest.

And we’ve been elder caring.

Ben’s mum is old and increasingly frail, although stubbornly independent, bless her. She’s at the age where suddenly she needs help with everything: shopping, cooking, home maintenance, paying bills – all the things she has done so competently for the entirety of her life. But we don’t mind at all. We love her, and she is family.

Still, it’s stressful, and we worry constantly about her.

Yesterday finally we packed up to drive home to the farm.

There is a place we come to, just over the border between Queensland and New South Wales, where I unfailingly begin to unwind and feel better. City and suburbia fall away and at a turn in the road the highway is suddenly blanketed by cane fields and farms with a backdrop of dusky crags.

The tension leaves my body. I sigh audibly. A sense of relief creeps over me.

Many of our friends from the Byron Shire experience the same thing; that falling away of worries as we move into the encircling arms of the ancient volcanic rim that cradles our homes.

How about you? Do you have a place in the journey home where suddenly you feel better too? I’d love to know.

Hugs and love from all of us here at the farm, Nicole xx

After Meditation, Beach!

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“hark, now hear the sailors cry,
smell the sea, and feel the sky
let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic…”
~ Van Morrison

 

So, my lovelies, I meditated at the crystal grid until 2am for all of us.

A huge effort, and this morning I am thoroughly exhausted. But happy.

So now we are off to the beach with Cafe Dog, for a walk and a cleansing swim.

After which I intend to come home and nap all day to integrate these new energies and to recover from the efforts of the past few weeks.

Sending so much love to you, as you move towards your Highest Potential,

Nicole <3 xx

Why I love Friday at the Farm!

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That’s our newest calf, Rosco (in the middle), named after Carly’s Dad!

“Its always difficult to keep Fridays confined within themselves..they tend to spill over..”
~ Parag Tipnis

 

Fridays at our farm are my perfect kind of day.

There was an early-morning walk to say hello to the cows and check the vegetable garden. After that I spent a little time finalising my Year of ME Planner for 2017, and playing with the crystals I’ve chosen to go with next year’s Planner.

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Then we headed off to Mullumbimby for the Farmers’ Markets. The annual Mullumbimby Agricultural Show is on this weekend, and the signs were up already.

Looks like it’s going to be fun!

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Before we could even think about filling our baskets with produce we stopped for a local Myocum Coffee and pastry. It’s a hard job, but someone has to do quality control!

Scratch Patisserie’s market stall is one of our favourite stops on a Friday morning.

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After which we bought lovely things. Fresh things. Things grown or made with care and love by local farmers.

Cooper’s Shoot tomatoes are the best!

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We chose tiny carrots and crunchy sweet apples. We bought organic eggs and sourdough bread and all manner of tasty goodness.

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I even found some wonderful hand-made soap, coloured with clays and scented with essential oils! They are crafted by the lovely people from Church Farm at Billinudgel. (Do pop over and visit their website – it totally captures the feel of our region!)

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Then it was home again to a happy day of writing and cups of tea, followed by the pleasure of a dear friend dropping by for dinner.

We taste-tested my new mango mousse recipe, and it was fab! Watch for the recipe on the blog next week. 🙂

What a wonderful day! I so love where I live. It’s good to be home.

Hugs and love, Nicole <3 xx

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In My Happy Place!

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“The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the sea.” ~ Isak Dinesen

 

My Soul Sanctuary Retreat begins today.

Before my work begins, before my week kicks off, I have this. The beach, the dawn, the rising sun, the smell of salt and the foam of waves. I have my husband’s hand in mine, and a crazy cafe dog running crazy circles.

Then, after walking and swimming, there will be coffee.

My day will be begun. I will soon find myself on Retreat, and it will be wonderful, as it always is. But first, time for me. Time for my loved ones. Time in my happy place.

I’ll keep you posted all week about our goings on and lots of other stuff besides, I promise. There will be much to share.

Until then, hugs and love, Nicole xx

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A Message From Harry Dog!

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“Sometime you just gotta get out of the house, breathe the clean morning air, run around like a mad thing, and bark at some waves.” ~ Harry the Cafe Dog

 

Hello! This is an action post, because this morning is an action morning. Everyone has been stuck in the house for days because of the rain and Mum has been working too hard so I had a plan to help. From just before 3.30am I began dropping my rope toy on sleeping humans. Just to encourage them.

Then while Mum was doing her 4am meditation I kept sitting in her lap and licking her face. To encourage her. And make her hurry up. Because the rain has gone.

So now we are at the beach, having a walk and a run around and saying hello to everyone for a social time before we go home to the farm to wake Bert up, because Bert HATES early wake-ups.

Good Morning Everyone! And Good Night to all the people who live on the rightside up of the world where everything is backwards to us.

Maybe if I’m lucky we’ll even get a sneaky cafe trip in after this! Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Best Morning Ever, since yesterday 🙂

Love Harry Dog 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. 🙂

The Noisy Visitors

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“The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.”
~  Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

All last night we were serenaded with the thumping and screeching of possums running along our tin roof and jumping noisily into the adjoining trees here at our little farm.

Poor Bert was having conniptions!

It’s no wonder they call my neighbourhood Possum Creek…

This morning Bert and I went up to the shed to get some gardening gloves and one of the naughty midnight party boys was napping in a corner.

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We took him back some apple, and asked if he wouldn’t mind keeping the noise down tonight.

I don’t mind our nocturnal visitors having fun, but I would like to get some sleep. 🙂

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PS: Meanwhile more of the branch holding the big tree collapsed yesterday, sending small branches raining down on the powerline which is now bent and lowered. Let’s hope the removal crew comes today or that the tree finally unhooks itself and falls. This waiting game is all a bit frazzling…

Home at My Farm

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“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”Albert Einstein

 

I’m home, at our beautiful farm. The dogs and I have just gone for a ramble to check on the cows, and to see if we could spy the platypus down in the river.

There are branches down everywhere after the tail end of Tropical Cyclone Marcia, and the house is musty and damp after so much rain. But today the sky is full of sunshine, my windows are flung wide, and everything is slowly drying out again.

It’s hard to explain how full my heart feels when I’m here. How the green hills cradle me, and the cry of the black cockatoos comforts me, and the endless birdsong soothes me and strips away my worries.

I’ll make a pot of tea now, and sit down at the kitchen table to do some writing before breakfast. This morning we’re going down to the shed to hunt up some petrified wood from the tonnes of rocks and crystals I have in storage there. And then writing again after lunch.

Not much more perfect than a writing day, crystal time, and then late this afternoon a walk on the beach and fish and chips for dinner!

Hooray for being home. 🙂

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