Top 5 Tips/\Inner Peace

Top 5 Tips/\Inner Peace

Some time we all get lost in the hussle and bussle of our lives. Planning and dividing our time between everything else but ourselves.

Ultimately concluding to us feeling drained,worn out and lacking inner peace.

Hence, why I’m writing this little tid bit.

I myself have a tendency to over plan and deplete my energy with everything else but myself.

To capture myself back into myself. I focus my energy on these five little activities. Revitalising my inner peace.

Music

The sound of music (no pun inteaded) can help set a certain mood, be that of excitement or calm. Of course in this case we are talking about the latter.

Music that encourages me to be grounded are the genres with soft beats and gentle rhythms.

Be that of Chill-hop, Dream-hop or my favourite, Jazzhop. Ya, I know they are all hop hybrids but when the beat and rhythm float together. Inner peace washes over me.

Colouring

Cliche time! Colouring is such a therapeutic form of meditation for me. I set myself up in a cozy nook mindfully choosing the colours and bringing them together. Creating vibrant picture.

Aromatheraphy

My oil diffuser and essential oils are a staple in my journey towards inner peace. Certain aromas encourage certain forms of relaxation.

Peppermint oil ground and comforts.

Citrus infused blends energise and clarify.

Whilst Lavender oil centres and calms the mind and body.

Fun fact: Lavender oil is also an aphrodisiac. But. Aye, that’s a story for another day.

Depending on the time of day, to bring forward inner peace I either dab a few drops of Lavender oil onto my temples, inner wrists or the back of the neck.

Those three points are pulse points as the pulse beats on, it warms the oil creating a personal aromactic sphere of relaxation.

If it’s night time and I am struggling to sleep. I place a few drops of Lavender oil onto my pillow.

Almost instantiously relaxing my mind and body for a peaceful sleep ahead.

Himalayan Salt Lamps

Light ambience is also a key factor to claiming inner peace back.

What better way to create a gentle ambience than that of the soft warm glow of an Himalayan salt lamp.

Such ambience brings the reflection of the Moon right into your own sanctuary of inner peace.

As the salt rock warms, salt ions fill the air creating a salt air atmosphere with none of the sand scattering about.

Sage Smudging

When my energy is drained I know its time to sage.

Before I start to cleanse my sanctuary of negative energy and bring forward my inner peace. I ensure that I have the front door and back-door open in my abode, which encourages a constant current of fresh air throughout the house.

Forcing out negative energy and bringing forward positive energy.

Have I lost you at sage smudging?

If so. Sorry. Not Sorry.

Maybe I can bring you back with the comforting aroma of sage?

Yes? Maybe?

You can find sage in suitable burning forms by either incense sticks or smudge sticks.

The peppery, earthy aroma of sage helps to find inner peace.

Inner peace?

You shall find.

Pale Burgers

Pale Burgers

Dear Gluten

I miss you.

I didn’t know how much I would miss you till we parted ways.

Soft as a cloud burger buns-

now replaced with saw dust fibres-

carving up my mouth.

Gluten-

How I miss you.

Doughnuts?

More like Dough Not.

In this day and age.

Gluten,

Why did you break up with me?

My body doesn’t miss you.

But my heart does.

Oh,

Gluten,

How I miss you.

salt & sand

salt & sand

Salt tangled hair-

damp bathers cling against skin.

The seat-belts metal tongue leaves a scalding imprint.

Grains of sand dabble throughout the car.

Bare feet scatter across sun drenched asphalt.

Fish and chips linger within the ocean breeze.

Seagulls beg and pine for a chip or two.

Ice-cream seeps along sunburnt arms.

Sun shies away upon the horizon.

Such a day comes to an end-

as the waves calm towards the night.

Seek you -Archive #2 Nov. 2015

Seek you -Archive #2 Nov. 2015

Shall I seek you out-

In the midst of chaos.

For the darkness that lurks within me-

Also reflects in you.

Are we each others savior-

Or  each others tormentor.

If search for the answer-

To our minds dilemma.

Will the odds be for or against us-

As a whole.

Whilst I sit and ponder-

On the crowded thought.

I draw my breath in-

In hope that a quiet breath-

Will reveal-

Truth.

Of which is ours-

Or not of ours.

For we see the glory in this-

But we also see the pain in this.

Shall we seek each other out-

In the midst of chaos?

Keeping in mind the darkness that lurks-

In us both.

Slowly Surely/Rambling Storm

Slowly Surely/Rambling Storm

Sheltered hearts in a rambling storm-

Slowly surely they embrace.

Finger clenched upon one another.

Fearful-

Scared…..

That they might…just might.

Slip away from one another.

Hesitating,

To look at one another.

Reflecting insecurities…

Of dreamt up fears-

yelling in sheltered ears.

Echoing-

Upon a rambling storm.

Slowly surely they embrace?

Melbourne’s Ghost…..

Melbourne’s Ghost…..

I live in Melbourne, Victoria and I think I speak for the whole of Victoria.

From late 2019 till the current times of 2020 these times have been extremely hard for us all.

2020 ‘welcomed’ us with quite literally fire and brimstone. Smoke canvassed our skies for months.

Worry and concern plagued us for the safety of our firies. Our rural Victorians, their accompanying wildlife and our livestock.

Instead of morning alarms, for months we rang in the morning with Vic Emergency updates from our fire chiefs and our Premier.

Contact to outer Victoria was scarce.

Towns affected by the fires, their phone lines and electricity was gone for weeks.

Instead of friendly phone notifications from our friends and family, our phones pinged and dinged with the messages that another fire was out of control.

As time burned on. Acres got lost. Damage increasing 10fold.

Our hope was fading as clouds of smoke covered our horizons both literally and figuratively.

Once the fires were finally extinguished. Just before Autumn I may add.We continued to hold charity events, benefits anything that could send money to the townships and wildlife destroyed by this devastation.

Melbourne, Victoria as a whole was begining to gain our spirits back.

Joy started to fill our lives again. The air was clear. Our rural nature, the essence and beauty of what makes Victoria Victoria was finally recovering.

Remember….

We are descendants of Bush Rangers. We are strong. We can get through anything. We will be triumph through our struggles…..

Well…..

so we thought….

Mid March came along and along with it came covid.

With just over a months rest. We Victorians and along side us our Premier had to pull our bootstraps up once again.

Instead of alarms, Victoria welcomed the days ahead with death total. Case totals. A variety of different numbers and so fourth from the Premier.

Hope was deminishing once again. We had already been through so much in such little time.

We couldn’t see family, friends. Meet under ‘The Clocks’ do the things that make Melbourne. Melbourne. We were now the shell of once being the No.1 most liveable City in the world. Seven years running.

Most of us stuck to the rules. Staying in. Not seeing anyone outside our household.

Numbers started greatly decreasing.

Some restrictions were lifted.

Five people could visit one household.

Then 10 people could visit a household.

We were getting though this.

Remember….

We are descendants of Bush Rangers. We are strong. We can get through anything. We will be triumph through our struggles. We got this.

Or so we thought….

A month or so had passed.

Stage 3 was shorted lived. Numbers weren’t moving.

Then the numbers and stats were ambushing us.

Stage 4 was quickly put in place.

Yet again the days were ‘welcomed’ by numbers and stats.

All Melbourne checking their phones for the notification ping of ‘The Premier is now live.’

When the Premier would finish discussing the latest updates and changes to Victoria as a whole.

Some Jurnos asked questions that would actually help Victoria feel reassured and informed. Other Jurnos on the other hand would repeat and recite questions on a political stance. To stir the waters in the political atmosphere. Not helping the current situation at all.

A witch hunt towards Melbourne began….

So many people and Media all over Australia were also repeating and reciting negativity towards Melbourne and Victoria as a whole.

Our spirits had already been crushed , damaged and pierced since the end of 2019.

To have most of Australia against us. Causing more grief and anxiety to us Victorians. Wasn’t helping the current situation either.

Why turn on your own family?

I ask.

We are one. We are many.

But now it seems more like Most of Australia is one…and Melbourne, Victoria is not. Anymore.

Melbourne, Victoria. We had been through the ringer so many time in such a short period of time. Spirits crushed.

I will admit some people screwed up. Others did not.

Please think of us….

Fires prevented us from seeing our loved ones for months. Then Lock down continues to prevent us from seeing Family, Friends and ‘Meeting Under the Clocks’.

Each days that goes on in Lock down. We are alone. We are even more alone when most of Australia hates us.

As the ghost of Melbourne essences vapours on through the empty streets and cobbled stone lane-ways…..

We can only hope that things will get better.

Remember…..

Melbourne’s. We will come out stronger than before.

We are descendants of Bush Rangers. We are strong. We can get through anything. We will be triumph through our struggles. We got this.

Coffee in hand we will march through this. Together. As Melbournians.

The Roads Less Traveled. To Gitgit We Go.

The Roads Less Traveled. To Gitgit We Go.

Bali’s humidity encompassed our bodies as we shuffled into the rental car. Alternative retro CDs were haphazardly placed in the glove box. A choose your own adventure soundtrack for our drive ahead.

Our car boated its way though the ocean of traffic bustling throughout the main roads. Cars honked loudly whilst scooters whelped to be heard.

To drown out the chorus of everyday Bali, I lucky dipped a CD out of the glove box. To my comforting surprise, I had selected a CD of ethereal Aboriginal Music. Oh how those songs reminded me of home.

I turned up the music, the symphony of chaos drowned out.

I looked to my Husband. We shared a secret smile, of being Newlyweds. Excited for the adventures we will encounter on our honeymoon. Anticipating the wondrous site we will soon see at Gitgit Waterfall.

The car juggled along, as mainstream Bali slowly transformed into acres and acres of freshly watered rice paddy fields. Waves of pe-tan-ie hats glimmered in the sunlight.

Slowly but surely we were getting closer to Gitgit.

The digital clock on the dash, flick, flick, flickered as the Kilometres rolled, rolled over.

I looked out the window, taking in all I could see.

Scooters, were fewer and further in between.

I turned to look to the horizon.

Villagers all in white started clustering together.

Offerings of fruit and flowers were carried upon women’s head. Elegantly and effortlessly they were following a pa-tu-lan-gan (bed like structure) held high, adorn with native flowers.

Silently I paid my my respects as we passed the procession.

As we journeyed on, we took a quick break.

My Husband thoughtful as he is brought sun-dried banana chips from a village vendor. The crisp banana chips melted in the mouth.

We sat upon the rocks and took in the vast landscape around us.

We were nearing Gitgit Waterfall.

The GPS droned on and on, telling us to go this way and that.

It took us a way, we least expected.

A mud road. With only two narrow concrete panels embedded in the ground. Indicating to us, to be precise as you drive along. If you turn the wheels ever-so slightly you’re surely to get bogged.

My heart galloped as my nerves were tested.

This road will surely test me. I thought to myself.

My husband recited words of comfort to me as we slowly drove along this questionable ‘road’.

I clinched my eyes shut. In hope it would bring comfort.

My hands were pressing against my lap. To which they would leave a hand-print on my leg for weeks to come.

We had finally met better roads.

A sigh of relief.

It was short lived as we got closer and closer to Gitgit the road was becoming ever-so winy and narrow as we drove down the mountain.

I looked out my window again.

The second I did.

I deeply regretted it.

All I saw was a great big drop along the mountain side.

Hands pressed against my lap once again. I clinched my eyes shut.

My Husband gave me a gentle nudge.

‘Look we are finally here. Here at Gitgit Waterfall’ he said with smile.

Relieved that we were no longer driving, I rushed out of the car.

We found a tour guide. Well more like he found us.

We started our stroll towards Gitgit.

Our tour guide pointed out trees of cocoa beans hidden between the walls of Mother Nature.

When we got closer and closer to the waterfall, vendors sat in their shops, pointing out all their intriguing items and clothing.

A whisper of flowing, rushing water slowly got louder and louder.

Gitgit was singing her welcome, to all that visit her.