beginning again

St. Benedict said 'always, we begin again'. And it seems I begin to reconnect through what I call my soul map. a piece of cloth that I am working on, documenting my self through thread. weaving stories as I discover the land that I live on.

yesterday, I walked to the Witches leap. a favourite place in the rainforest. once a very quiet, almost surreal energy but tourists chatted loudly as they walked past. disrupting my goal of placing tatty cloth in the roots of the coachwood and sassafras. But I did it. Hidden for a few days under rocks and leaves, in the energies of these majestic rainforest trees. I stood for quite awhile at the waterfall, closing my eyes, until the water felt as if it were pouring down over me. Becoming one.

one thing that I am trying to remember to do is drink more water. I am terrible at remembering this lately and I know that it will help me so much. In many ways. Juicing is another thing that I am committing to. and healing my gut.

In the afternoon I sat under a large tree in my back garden. I sat with eyes closed, just centring. Breathing in and out, focusing on a word, like the desert mothers and fathers taught.  Coming back, I could here birds twittering very close. Feeling safe enough to be near me. Centring 'prayer' has been a large part of my spiritual practice for many years however, since moving I have neglected this part of me, and committing to a daily practice will eventually bring me back to a calm place. I did a little ritual with some eucalypt trees and anointed my heart with the ashes. Sacred words were said as I began my journey....