The Week Ahead – Oracle for Monday 22 January 2017

Destiny

“The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

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. ‘Destiny’ is from the Chakra Wisdom Oracle Deck by Tori Hartman.

If you read my forecast for January, you’ll remember that this is a month for seeing yourself and your life with fresh eyes – a month for stepping out of your old story and writing a new one for the years ahead, one that expands your possibilities and that brings you meaning and joy.

I love the message of this week’s card – Destiny shows so clearly the struggle within us as we look to what we want and then begin to doubt.

It’s not that we can’t see the possibilities for our life. We can! We can see how we might do something, create something, join something, be something.

We can even see how our lives might change if we commit to new habits, if we take action, if we do the thing. We want to believe in those possibilities for ourselves. We want to commit to them.

But…

What we also bring when we see these possibilities for ourselves is doubt. We find that we have a lack of confidence in ourselves and our abilities. A voice inside our head tells us we aren’t good enough. We don’t belong.

We begin looking for someone outside of ourselves to validate our decisions and choices. We begin to seek approval. We begin to seek opinions.

Before we know it we are swamped and overwhelmed. Our initial enthusiasm is dampened or gone, we are back in stuckness, we are defeated before we start.

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Image from www.flickr.com Quote by BK, photo credit Husky

Destiny reminds us that this is natural at the beginning of any journey. This doubt and fear and lack of confidence in ourselves is human. Most people feel it, including the people we see as successful and better than ourselves. They are just more practiced at hiding these feelings or overcoming them.

This week is a powerful week for meeting your indecision and lack of confidence head on. It’s a week that supports taking tangible steps towards change. It’s a week that encourages you to make decisions, to commit to a course of action, to back yourself and your plans and dreams.

It’s a glorious week for beginning to overcome lifelong patterns of ‘not good enough’.

Need help with that? Look no further than this year’s energetic forecast, and the wise advice and presence of the Prince of Disks, who advocates small steps daily towards our greater vision.

This week is also a beautiful week for planning the year ahead as we reflect on what has been, and where we want to go next.

If you’d like some extra support with manifesting your own positive destiny in 2017 go grab one of my Year of ME Planners over at my SHOP. (ME stands for Manifesting Energies, and the energies of 2017 are fabulous!) This digital full-year planner can be in your inbox in minutes, ready for you to review 2016 and begin mapping out what matters for you as we work through 2017.

Need bigger support? Join my Year of ME 12 month course and community for a whole year of deliciousness – with webinars, meditations and loads of activities and helpful tools and the most fantastic and supportive online facebook group. You’ll feel right at home with us!

If you are looking to start or grow a business I’ve got planning tools for that too, as well as a course and community, and one place left for a year of personal mentoring and coaching with me.

All the information you need is over at my SHOP.

Here's my own 2017 Planner, and my 2017 gratitude stone, my 2017 crystal pack, and the oracle cards I'm going to use for the year ahead. Pretty delicious, huh?

 

Supportive crystals this week? Citrine, Orange Calcite, Fluorite and Tiger Iron. Helpful essential oils?  Young Living’s Clarity essential oil blend, or  a combination (or singly!) of any of Basil, Bergamot, Cedarwood and Lavender.

This is a big week for moving yourself out of stuckness and back into flow. Talk kindly and encouragingly to yourself. Hold yourself to account. You can do this!

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

 

The Week Ahead – Oracle Reading for Monday 14 November

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“Chronic self-doubt is a symptom of the core belief, ‘I’m not good enough.’ We adopt these types of limiting beliefs in response to our family and childhood experiences, and they become rooted in the subconscious… we have the ability to take action to override it…” ~ Lauren Mackler

“All it takes is one person in any generation to heal a family’s limiting beliefs.” ~ Greg Braden

 

Hello, Lovelies!

Welcome to the third week of these awesome November energies.

Here’s the oracle card I have chosen, and my take on the energetic outlook for the days ahead.

‘The Outsider’ is from the Osho Zen Tarot deck, and it heralds breakthroughs and opportunities. This week you are supported to end negative and habitual ways of thinking that keep you stuck or isolated.

The catch is that you have to be brave enough to take action. Change won’t be delivered to you on a plate. This is a collaborative effort where both you and the Universe need to show up, and then work together. It’s an exercise in trust and in listening deeply to yourself and your inner wisdom. To do that you might have to shout over the old voices which keep telling you that the thing you want can never happen, that you’re too old, that it’s too late, that you’re not good enough – or whatever other familiar refrain you’ve spent far too much time listening to.

When you make changes to entrenched habits and limited ways of thinking this week, you’re clearing them across your ancestral line. Yep, it’s that big. So worth it, don’t you think?

This week you’re encouraged to grow up and become who you came here to be. Not someone else’s vision of you but YOUR authentic soul expression. It’s an exciting week, rich with possibility.

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This week look for opportunities to collaborate. Look for opportunities to elevate yourself. Look for opportunities to say yes to your dreams and yes to putting your gifts and talents out into the world. Take time for acts of creativity and innovation. Dream a little.

Don’t fall into cynicism or fear. Keep living with the energy of that open-minded, open-hearted innocence, trust and wonder that dwells in the hearts of all children.

Let this week be a week where anything is possible. Even miracles. Especially miracles. Because this week the only thing holding you back is you, your thinking, and your lack of belief. Embrace hope.

Remain hopeful.

Keep your eyes on what you want, not on what you don’t want. Guard your language so that you speak only good of yourself and others. Others need elevating and shift this week too, so use every opportunity to rise and to lift others also.

Supportive crystals for the days ahead? Amazonite, Red Jasper and Amethyst. Helpful essential oils? Young Living’s Joy essential oil blend, or  a combination (or singly!) of any of frankincense, geranium and bergamot.

Wishing you a wonderful week, and holding you in my thoughts, prayers and meditations,

All my love, Nicole❤ xx

Direction or Destination?

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“A ship is safe in harbor, but that’s not what ships are for.” ~ William G.T. Shedd

 

Right now is a terrific time for planning.

2015 is almost upon us, and as the Captain of our own ship we get to choose where we will sail next year.

Some of you might already have a specific destination in mind.

Terrific. Beautiful. Wonderful. When you have a destination decided you can pull out your maps and chart the best course to take you there.

But what if you can’t decide on a destination?

Often, if we choose a direction, the destination will reveal itself. And that destination may be one we would have never thought of for ourselves. Yet fate will lend us a wind that drives our boat towards a new harbour, or we’ll meet a sailor in another port who urges us on to a place he’s recently visited that he’s sure will suit us, or an event will catch our eye, or a smile will capture our heart.

Direction can be enough. A broad idea of where we’re going.

We’ll head north.

We’ll go back to school.

We’ll work to get our debt down.

We’ll concentrate on improving our health.

Once we have a general direction we can choose a few specific small goals based upon that direction.

We’ll develop momentum. Our sails will fill and we’ll be on our way. Direction decided, ultimate destination as yet unknown. A grand adventure!

Sailing Adventure by Beth Marcil

Sailing Adventure by Beth Marcil

But what if your boat isn’t seaworthy?

Two choices here. You can stay in harbour and work to get that boat back in shape for your next voyage. Which might be later in the year, or even the year after that. You might also choose to sail on a river or a lake closer to home, and just cruise for the scenery, or the memories. If something goes wrong you’ll be close to shore and to help.

The other thing you can do is go sailing in your imagination, your meditations, your dreams. Just because the boat is broken, or trapped somehow, doesn’t mean you can’t captain your mind and use that for your next adventure.

I dare you to dream a little for 2015. Think about destinations and directions. Choose a course, get your ship ready, and then set sail…

Why are you following this path?

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Image by Wallsheer

“You’ve got this life and while you’ve got it, you’d better kiss like you only have one moment, try to hold someone’s hand like you will never get another chance to, look into people’s eyes like they’re the last you’ll ever see, watch someone sleeping like there’s no time left, jump if you feel like jumping, run if you feel like running, play music in your head when there is none, and eat cake like it’s the only one left in the world!”
~ C. JoyBell C.

 

Why are you doing this thing?

Why?

Are you interested in this path? Did you choose it for yourself?

Life is short, and there are many roads that might take us where we want to go. Is that path you’re on working for you? Are you enjoying the journey, or at least satisfied with the end destination?

It doesn’t matter what path you choose, only that the choice satisfies something within you. If it doesn’t, it is perfectly fine to choose another path, and I encourage you to do so, even though change can be scary and confronting.

What sense is there in choosing boredom, mediocrity or misery if there are other alternatives? You came here to LIVE this life. It’s always going to be an adventure into the unknown.

I know that for some of you the path is hard right now.

Take a moment and tune in with your inner wisdom.

Why are you here?

Why are you doing the hard yards while everyone else is out having fun, why are you standing by this relationship, sticking to this brutal regime, writing this book, looking for a better way, putting together your website, slogging it out through University, spending all your free time painting, working out, clocking massive hours at your job, adding to your portfolio, turning up each day?

If you don’t know the answer to that, it’s time to re-evaluate your life!

If you have an answer and it’s a big enough WHY then I know you will get through it.

There is nothing like love, a dream or a deep-seated core belief to keep us going, and to give our feet the energy to keep walking that path, even when we have nothing left in the tank.

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Image from Beyond Rubies

What if you are walking this path for ‘success’? To be a ‘winner’ in your field, to have fame and fortune.

Those are reasons that sit outside yourself, rather than in the marrow of your being.

Please, don’t tell me you are only in it for the money.

Please, don’t tell me it’s because you want to be on Oprah, to get your five minutes of fame, to be the next big thing.

Fame and fortune can be fleeting. And there’s no guarantee they’ll make you happy. We tend to take our problems where-ever we go…

If your motivator is a vague catch-all of mega yachts, mega millions and other intangible things, that vision won’t fuel you when the going gets hard.

And the going always gets hard at some point.

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Image from BRW

This is YOUR life.

If you want to meander along a gentle path of home, family, a day job and truly meaningful days off, then live that path with joy.

If you’re happy with your life, stay on the path you’re on.

If your vision is fame and fortune for no real reason, and as a result of no deep-seated passion then you need to choose a better path or a bigger WHY.

But if you’re one of those people who has a burning desire within you, a compulsion to do something and keep doing it, a need to serve others, a vision you can’t let go of, a drive to make yourself over, an inspired dream, a sense of destiny then put energy into that.

Here’s the truth of the matter:

You’ll never set the world on fire if your heart’s not in it.

The converse of that is this – if you live with passion and commitment, if you hold to the path where others give up because YOU JUST CAN’T STOP DOING THIS THING AND BEING THIS THING, you will get there.

This life is yours. You choose any path you want. You can change mid-journey. You can change any time you want!

For some of you, that path was lit up bright in your heart and coursing through your veins before you even got here. You’ll be full of this strange compulsion to follow a particular destiny. You’ll feel that urge deep within you to BE something or to DO something.

You’ll know if that’s you.

And if it is, my best advice is this: Don’t give up. Fuel yourself with that dream. Make it the brightest star on your horizon. Deep inside you already know it was what you were born to do. Oprah and mega-bucks had nothing to do with it. It’s about destiny.

Live your Dream. Why else are you here? Live that Dream!

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Image by wollymood at deviantART

Circle in the Dust

Seven Sisters by Maggi Yilpi

Seven Sisters by Maggi Yilpi

“There were once two sisters
who were not afraid of the dark
because the dark was full of the other’s voice
across the room,
because even when the night was thick
and starless
they walked home together from the river
seeing who could last the longest
without turning on her flashlight,
not afraid
because sometimes in the pitch of night
they’d lie on their backs
in the middle of the path
and look up until the stars came back
and when they did,
they’d reach their arms up to touch them
and did.” 
~ Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

The next installment of my Kimberley Story

Have you ever totally underestimated the importance of something?

I know I have.

Sitting in a circle in the dust of the Kimberley with a bunch of old Aboriginal women was one of those times.

It’s laughable now, my ignorance. Some of those women were probably around the age I am today, but back then, with the arrogance of youth, to me they were all old. My Mum’s age at least for the youngest. Although Auntie and Grandmother were the age of my own grandparents. Or older.

The day after Little Auntie died is such an important day for me. Why didn’t I see it then?

While it was still early in the morning we walked out from the house, those women and I, and into the scrub. Behind us I could hear the wails of the rest of the women left grieving. I was sick with not belonging. Sick with a physical discomfort and a spiritual unrest. Why had I come? Why was I doing this?

But it was as if something in my soul compelled me. I can’t explain it any better than that.

On we walked until we’d left the township behind. We walked, and then we walked some more. Every so often one of the women would stop, and so we would all stop. She would regard a bird, a tree, some marks on the sandy ground. She might pull some leaves from a shrub.

Suddenly, for no apparent reason, and in what seemed to me to be no particular spot, they sat down.

Auntie and another lady built a small fire. Other women broke branches from scrawny trees.

Every so often one of them would throw a pile of green leaves onto the flickering flames in our midst, sending up fragrant clouds of smoke.  From where I sat, most of it blew my way. My eyes watered. I sneezed. I didn’t know what to do, and no-one said anything to me so I simply sat there. One of them brushed me all over with a clump of green leaves which were then thrown into the fire too. From time to time the women sang, or made strange guttural noises. I was a little frightened by those noises. They were totally foreign to me, and made the hair on the back of my arms stand up.

Eventually the smoke died down, and no more leaves were added. My streaming eyes dried.

There had been singing, but now we were just sitting. We’d been sitting for hours, or so it seemed. Nothing but scrub around us. Scrub and open sky. My bottom was numb, my legs were all pins and needles. I’d lost count already of the number of times I’d asked myself what I was doing here.

This was so far removed from the life I knew. My world, on the other side of Australia, was ordered and logical – shaped by education and social graces. My world was about intellect and achievement. Life was organised and controlled, discussed and planned. And yet here I was, sitting in the dirt, with no idea what was going on.

What had I hoped to learn in coming here? The women around me had enjoyed little schooling and most had failing health. Some of them spoke only broken English. Their clothes were mismatched, worn and stained, no bras, no shoes, messy hair – everything my own Grandmothers would have admonished me about. My mind jumped from thought to thought, and increasingly those thoughts were negative. I was hot. I was thirsty and hungry. I was twenty-five years old and I had thought I knew everything. Now I just felt like an idiot.

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Image from whealth.com.au

Uncomfortable, tear-stained and confused I finally addressed the oldest one, Grandmother, looking straight at her. “What are we doing? Why am I here?” I asked. I couldn’t help it, I was plaintive, whinging even.

I knew she could speak English. The old woman ignored me, so I asked slower. Louder. Even now I am embarrassed thinking back…

I’d always been told I was smart; after all I went to a good school, I was University educated, a career girl. I had a genius IQ. But what I didn’t know then was manners.

Oh sure, I had Western manners, White Girl manners. But when you ask an Elder a question, the answer comes slowly. Best to come sit beside them, looking out in the direction they are looking out. Best not to look into their face. Best to ask politely.

And if the answer is important, if it’s really important, a really BIG question with a BIG answer then they’ll make you wait. They’ll give you that answer in dribs and drabs as you’re ready for it.

And if you’re not ready for it, they won’t tell you at all.

But I was white. I didn’t know those things. So in my ignorance I was rude, offensive and increasingly belligerent.

“Why won’t you tell me?” I shouted. “Why?”

None of the other women spoke. None of them even moved. I sat, a big white wriggley girl amongst women still as stone while the vast sun beat down upon us, making me redder and redder. I hated all of them, this stupid country, this stupid ceremony. Why didn’t they hurry up? Why had I even agreed to come?

Over and over in my mind I started saying, “I’m done with this. I just want to go home.” I might have even yelled it out. I’m not sure now.

Still, something made me stay, and after a while I settled down. Something overwhelmed me. Fatigue maybe, or heat exhaustion. On some level I stopped struggling and surrendered.

We sat there until the shadows grew long. My bladder, which was bursting, stopped bothering me. My body was taken over by stillness. I could have sat there forever.

Finally Grandmother nodded and one of them spoke. “I’m gonna give you a story,” Auntie said. “It plenty big. It gonna be your story now, sister-sister. You want dis? Dis okay by you?”

I nodded with relief. “Okay,” I said stupidly. And I never even asked what I was agreeing to.

She moved over beside me and placed one hand cupping my ear and one hand over my heart. I felt a surge of energy and heat. She began to talk in a voice soft as smoke, her language, not my own. I became hot and heavy and the tendrils of sound crept up inside me.

To be continued…

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Royal Baby – Boy, you had some people fooled!

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“Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.” 
~ Rumi

The world is abuzz right now with news of the Royal Baby. But today I’m not going to join the masses predicting his name, his future or speculating as to the man he may one day become.

I am not even going to boast that I won fifty bucks from my husband because I backed this child to be a son, and hubby was sure it was a daughter…

What I want to discuss is how so many people thought it this baby would be a girl.

I’m not talking about people guessing, or believing the old wives tale that ill-health early in pregnancy signifies a daughter rather than a son.

I’m talking about people who tuned and were SURE it was a girl. How could so many of these people, usually so accurate in judging the gender of an unborn child, get it so wrong?

Take heart. If you thought this baby would be born female, there are some unusual reasons why you may have intuited that…

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Image from www.mirror.co.uk

Three interesting things happened in this pregnancy:

  1. Kate Middleton is psychically a very protective mother.  Her own aura is clear, powerful, and very shielding of this tender new life.  Many people simply couldn’t get past Kate’s own energy to accurately sense the energy of the soul she was carrying.
  2. This baby was shielded by Loved Ones who had already crossed over, and who obscured his own energy until he was able to birth into this world. Their energy was feminine, and easily sensed by those with psychic ability.
  3. The Royal Baby is a very old Soul. It’s been a long time between incarnations for this child.That can be quite disorienting. Imagine existing in a place where the world’s population is a fraction of what it is now – a life without electricity or cars, planes, televisions, computers or mobile phones. Part of the reason this baby was so strongly shielded was to allow him time to adjust to these busy, intrusive new energies. And my goodness, hasn’t he signed up for a life of intrusion, busy-ness and public attention!
Press Outside Hospital where the Royal Baby was Born - Business Insider

Press Outside Hospital where the Royal Baby was Born – Business Insider

As souls we may incarnate over and over.  Some souls choose to stay within a soul group or lineage, braiding each life back into the rich family tree of their wider heritage. The son of Prince William and Kate Middleton chose his parents, as we all do, and is strongly tied into this ancient family line he has been birthed into. Old Souls usually do not feel masculine or feminine in their energetic orientation. This child has a very balanced masculine and feminine energy; a heightened emotional sensitivity, keen intelligence, a sense of social justice, courage, a kind and loving nature, openness and gentleness. What better parents to nurture and support this soul?

When Souls first reincarnate we pick up on who they have recently been – we feel that energy and sense that history, character and connection. As the Soul settles into this new life that old connected energy fades and they have the chance to remake themselves and to grow and develop in new ways. Tune in again now to this young child and see what you may notice about him!

No matter what has gone before, the our youngest Royal Prince is a sensitive soul who has an unwritten future ahead of him, a mother and father who love and cherish him, and a world of possibilities to explore.

Let’s gift him and his parents some privacy, some time to rest and come together as a family, while we wish only the best for them.

May this young boy grow up to be healthy, well loved, kind, compassionate, with a grounded sense of self, good humour, self-worth, strong values and integrity.

How Synchronicity Happens

“I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.” 
~ Charles de Lint

Have you ever wondered how synchronicity happens? It’s a wonderfully magical concurrence of events that leads to an opportunity, a ‘chance’ meeting, a lining up of the stars in some way advantageous to you.

I was at the opposite end of one of these events recently. Let me explain…

Our usual pattern in the mornings here at our farm (when I am well enough) is that I wake up early, meditate, blog, feed the animals and then my husband and I head off to a favourite cafe for some writing time. We’re usually in and out of Byron Bay or Bangalow well before the tourists are even on the march.

But last Friday that didn’t happen. I felt quite average (after a horrible couple of days) and so we stuffed around at home doing one thing or another, and didn’t leave early. In fact we almost didn’t go at all, until Ben decided that a little outing would do me good.

Then we quite spontaneously drove in the opposite direction to price hay for our wiener calves, after which we headed back into Bangalow for a cuppa and some writing.

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We’d totally forgotten that it was a) Friday and b) school holidays. By this time it was mid-morning and town was packed. We were almost about to go home when a parking spot opened up miraculously in front of us. Happily we pulled in and then crossed the road to a local haunt.

A girlfriend we haven’t seen for months waylaid us outside the cafe for a chat. People stopped to admire Harry and to pat him. It took ages just to get to a table.

We ended up getting next to no writing done, but had a lovely social time. Then Ben decided on the spur of the moment to go to the Post Office, and I got the idea in my head that I might as well go to the butcher to get some soup bones. By now it was lunch-time, and the main street of Bangalow was thick with people.

“Nicole Cody?” I heard someone say. “I just knew I’d run into you today!”

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The face behind the big dark glasses looked familiar, but I was having a bad day, and I struggled for a moment to place her except for her name; Karen.

She’s a beautiful client of mine who used to live here in Australia, but who’s now relocated to the United States. She was down in our part of the world for a few days and decided to come to Bangalow for a look, hoping to run into me.

And I can tell you that on a Friday at lunchtime in school holidays the likelihood of that should have been totally negligible. And yet here we were, in perfect synchronicity – exchanging hugs and happily catching up.

I felt like I’d been pushed around a giant chess board to position me in the street in front of the butcher just for her. And I didn’t mind a bit! 🙂

The Universe has a magic to it – not to be understood by the head, but known by the heart.  Trust in that! Who can say what magic awaits you?

Much love to you, ♥ Nicole xx

I am open to the guidance of synchronicity and do not let expectations hinder my path

Those Kimberley Owls…

Barn Owl by Andrew Howells

Barn Owl by Andrew Howells

“I will study and get ready, and perhaps my chance will come.”
~ Abraham Lincoln

 

Sometimes the wrong road leads you in the right direction. When I look back on my life I can see that this one place, deep in the heart of Australia’s magnificent Kimberley region, was a game changer for me. It broke something open in me that I have never, ever, been able to put back in the box. I was taken in and cradled in the Kimberley’s rugged wilderness and vast encompassing ageless energy. And I emerged forever changed. Let me tell you what happened…

Years ago when I was in my twenties, for a time I called a million-acre cattle property home.  It hadn’t been my idea to go there, and I was filled with resentment at the thought.  This was a time when I was in a failing relationship, I’d been diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome, and my psychic abilities (which I mostly kept secret for fear of ridicule and rejection) were becoming troublesome and worrying.  I didn’t like how my life looked, and all I wanted was to be ‘normal’ and healthy.  I felt like I’d ended up in the wrong life somehow.

It took four days to drive across the country, east to west, to get to this place.  Along the way my travelling companion and I camped, sleeping rough in swags. Two nights before we arrived, I couldn’t sleep. I was edgy with anticipation, nerves and something more. Just after midnight a barn owl came and landed in the tree above me.  I looked at it.  It looked at me. And a shiver ran through me.

I felt sick with a sense of something ending, something changing, and I wanted with all my might to run away from my life. But I kept staring at that owl, and it kept staring at me.

I was being stupid. I was tired and stressed and over-emotional.  At least that’s what I told myself.

The owl was still in the tree at dawn when we packed up camp and moved on. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. That night we stayed in town.  No owls. I settled down. There was no life-changing anything; just another remote-area job I was going to.

It was a long drive in to the station the next day, over a rough dirt road with a couple of river crossings.  At the tail end of the wet season that road was still closed, except to locals.

I soon worked out why. One hundred and ten kilometres looked like it should take an hour and a half. But with the road in a perilous condition it took nearly six.

The last crossing, just before the homestead, was quite flood affected. A big yellow grader had driven down the road on the other side of the river, and the driver offered to give us a tow rope to guide our vehicle over. But with gritted teeth and some determination the old ute chugged on through, water right up to the door handles.

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On the other side of the river crossing I got out of the car, exhausted, hot and filthy. The grader driver came over, a middle-aged wiry aboriginal stockman.  He extended his hand and introduced himself to my companion.

Then he came around the car to me.

I thought he would say hello.  Instead he took his bony index finger and thrust it against my breast bone, just above my heart. He poked me so hard it hurt.

“You dat ting,” he said to me. No hello, no how are you.  Instead he did it again.  He poked me hard with his bony black finger.  “You dat ting.”  He tapped me twice and said it emphatically.  Like it meant something. His eyes held mine.  I had no idea what he was saying or how to respond.

And then he ignored me.  We followed him up to the camp.

You that thing, he’d said to me. What thing? Why was he so rude?

The whole afternoon and evening the aboriginal stockman ignored me. It was like I had become invisible. That night, after dinner, all the workers sat around a camp fire.  The stockman took out his guitar and played and I sat quietly, uneasy, hanging back from the group a little.

An owl came down and sat in the low branches of a tree. No one else paid it any attention. As the evening drew to a close and everyone got up to go to bed, I found myself walking back to my room beside the stockman.

“You see dat owl?” he said to me, turning to face me, his eyes intense.

I nodded.

He showed a sudden interest.  “How many fella you see?”

“One,” I replied.

The stockman grunted and walked off.

I went to bed feeling dispirited and very alone. My dreams, when they finally came, were turbulent and haunting. I woke crying, and was sure I’d made a terrible mistake coming to this isolated place.  I ached for the sea, and all I had left behind.

To be continued…

Aboriginal art - source Australian Museum

Aboriginal art – source Australian Museum

Your Life is YOURS to Live!

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”  ― Oscar Wilde

Life is a precious gift, and one that can be all too brief. Before you came to this life, you had a deliberate intent to be here.  You chose your parents.  You packed your bag.  You came forth into this world with a plan, or at the very least a sense of adventure and possibility, and a rough checklist of things you thought sounded interesting.

So here you are. This is it – your moment!

How’s that working out for you?

Life really IS for living.  Not for existing. Not for pleasing others. Not for mere surviving.

It doesn’t have to be about riches, winning, and being super-productive. Life is not measured only in achievements or possessions.

Life is about experiences, relationships, following your heart, finding pleasure in the small moments, being satisfied with who you are, where you are, and who you’re with. Or being excited about where life is taking you, and allowing your life to be a glorious work in progress.

I had a client come to me recently where I got a very strong glimpse of a past life – the one immediately before this one.  This man had been a soldier in World War One.  Before that he’d been a teacher.  He hadn’t wanted to go to war, but he went ‘to do the right thing’.  He left his new wife behind to fight in the trenches and absolute misery and hell of the Western Front and then Passchendaele. He survived, only to come home and find his wife and mother dead. He later died from influenza; cold, lonely and miserable.

The Second Battle of Passchendaele – Image from jamesmay.blogspot.com

Why was that relevant to his next lifetime? All he’d thought about, during the war, and in between lives, was about what he wanted for this next life. He wanted a simple life. No great responsibilities; a gentle life of suburban ordinariness with his wife and family.  The chance to grow old. To live in a warm climate, in a dry house, with plenty to eat, and enough to do to keep him busy. That was his dream, and now he’s living it.  He’ll never be famous.  He’ll never be rich.  But already he knows contentment. And contentment for him is enough.

Of course that’s not everyone’s path.  Some people have a flame blazing brightly within them. They have a driving passion to be or do something.

We all walk different paths and have different dreams. All we ever need to do is what’s right for us. We each come to this life for the experience – to learn and grow by making our own choices. And ultimately each of us seeks happiness, fulfillment, love. That is going to look different for every single person because we come from diversity and we exist in diversity.

Are you following your dreams?

Did you put them aside to live someone else’s dream for you? Do you say to yourself, ‘one day I’ll get to it…’  Did you sacrifice your dreams to let someone else achieve theirs? Or are you doing something you don’t want to do because you’re told that ‘this’ is what’s expected of you.  Are you down the bottom of the pile, letting other people stand on top of you to reach theirs through your unrewarded efforts?

Or did you just give up?

You are not here in your skin to live this precious life for others, or to let them live through you. And you’re not here to fix things, or make things right for ‘them’. This is not a duty call.  This is not a dress rehearsal.  This is your one shot to make this life work for YOU.

Life too short to waste it on doing things you don’t want to do, being places you don’t want to be, or being in relationships with people who don’t love you or make you happy.

If you want to explore this further you might find these posts useful:

What makes you come alive?

Using your Internal Compass to navigate life

The Green-Eyed Envy Monster

Telling yourself a better story

Listen with your eyes