What I have been up too…(Interview)

What I have been up too…(Interview)

Been a tad sporadic with posting and musings on here as of late.

To be honest, when I broke my ankle, I was struggling with motivation.

Typed words haven’t been coming to me that easily.

So, I decided to go back to my photography and my drawn art.

It helps me channel and process the energies and thoughts regarding my current recovery with my Tib and Fib.

Cleansing the thoughts of isolation and complete physical restrictions I have experienced within my journey over the last few months.

This Journey has been a very spiritual and enlightening journey for me.

As I said,

Typed words are hard for me at the moment, but my spoken word is everso stronger.

YouTube: Earth To The Other Side

I had the wonderful pleasure of being invited onto Earth To The Other Side by the wonderful host John Glasspoole.

To me it is no coincidence that the universe provided a point of spiritual communication between a Canadian and an Australian right at this time.

All I will say is Worldwide Convoy….

I strongly believe the universe is letting us know things will get better.

The more people that are in tune with the universe and sending the energies of love, light and hope throughout the world and beyond.

The more the universe will guide and comfort us.

We are the Age of Aquarius.

We are the Spiritual Awakening.

Mother Nature

Mother Nature

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The Welcoming

Time is Calling

Time is Calling

Ankling on #2 News Years Morning-Welcome 2022♡

Ankling on #2 News Years Morning-Welcome 2022♡

It has been two or so weeks since I returned from hospital.

My broken ankle and surgery to which I graciously adopted a plate and several screws into my ankle has not set in as much.

The feeling of a material that was part of the great industrial revolution in Australia, feel ever so foreign to me (excuse the pun?)

On a dry Summer day, not that long ago I had to get my temporary cast replaced with the more secure, strong four week cast set.

Amongst the hustle and bustle of the orthopaedic ward, a nurse buzzed passed and handed me a a keyring of cast colour samples.

This was new to me.

For a brief moment I thought I was picking curtains at a drapery.

With a some what vast selections of colours, I decided on the reassuring, somewhat comforting colour pink.

With my cast colour decided, the surgeon and nurses removed my temporary cast and unveiled my bare broken ankle.

I could barely glance upon the damage.

Two incisions seared into either side of my ankle. Sharp, precist lines roughly run 10cms up my ankle.

A bruise lakes around the heel of my foot. I gather myself from wooziness as I advert my eyes as they wrap and realign my ankle.

I hobble on New Years Eve.

The heat sweltering and swelling my leg. Medical attire that is most certainly not designed for the cruel Australian Heat.

When the weather is just perfect for a skate. I long to glide.

To feel the eucalyptus scented breeze dance through my hair.

As the days of healing go on, one step at a time….

I countdown the days,

ever so gently to which I can safely place both feet back upon the ground.

But, aye.

I think we all have that inner yearning.

Happy New Year all.

May 2022 guide you with love and light.

speak true, always!

speak true, always!

Here we were, hundreds and thousands of us. Marching side by side, as we rumbled for our freedom.

Our echo’s bellowed, evoloping the streets surrounding Parliament House.

Our hearts poured raw, our spirits tears comforted the sacred land we stood upon.

Our tribe complete, but always welcoming, everyone from near and far.

Standing in unity for OUR futures to come.

The overlords above can screech their lashing lying words. For we are no fools.

We travel this land with our ancestors in tow. Hoping for a safer. Brighter world.

Always!

When our hearts pour raw. You will hear the cries of ancestors in tow.

Always!

This is our home, you serve us.

But who are you really serving?

For our hearts speak true.

Always!

Remember/\Remember

Remember/\Remember

Remember….remember…Victoria

We are descendants of Bush Rangers.

We are strong.

We are many.

We will be triumphant through our struggles.

Remember….remember…Victoria.

We are descendants of Bush Rangers.

We are strong. We are many.