Where one desires to live their life is not always a matter of on a map location, For some ’tis actually a case of where their soul feels they most belong, While there shall always be those whom chase perceived grandeur and opportunity, Polar that extreme the world will always have those of us whom prefer a slower more seraphic song, To bring balance into the human race from amongst the trees listening to natures hum, Ultimately neither is any better than the other for if ’tis where you align to be your styles not wrong.
Thus us aligning with a slower lifestyle may find the cities daunting despite our frustrations with our chosen home’s dust, Preferring listening to birdsongs over motors roaring as we take a moment to awaken to the day, Brewing tea as wildlife enjoys a reprieve in the garden sprinkler transmuting like acid the outer worlds crust, ‘Fore delving into our own variant of chaos ~ ‘till we’re lucubrating deep into the night in our own way, Tending our connection to the natural world more than the fast paced innovations civilisation tends to thrust, Learning to rely on ourselves more than the interesting array of things others enjoy amongst their foray.
Though there is times when life in the bush can throw a frustrating challenge to jolt one from the bliss, Like when one needs a basic something and despite online availability the delivery options are a miss, Hence one having to creatively find an alternative ‘till fate casts you next into civilisations midst, Involving a road trip that is always an epic adventure and endurance challenge with many a twist, Near always having one the whole trip home pondering anything forgotten from your carefully curated but misplaced list, As there is almost always something that’s usually important to be metaphorically goodbye kissed.
Yet when the wheels once again pick up dust and there’s trees lining the road as far as one can see, One finds themselves a little lighter as their confidence bolsters closer to returning to their comfort zone, Though phones may have little to no service you can feel the energetic shift from dense to increasingly wild and free, Whilst even your vehicle seems to rejoice being back on the dirt akin the bitumens constant monotone, Making it clear the bush is where one is personally better suited to be living rather than the chaos of a city, Hidden away as much as you desire in your personal querencia amongst natures seldom ventured undertone.
Therefore when one finds themselves actually feeling from physical to core that they’re truely home, The location is not what matters ~ for it can be any location where one fully aligns thus thrives, Irrespective how little or often one feels the need to pack themselves and the kids in the car to roam, As adventures bringing challenges and variety add a necessary zing to break up ones mundane, And remind one why they love where they choose to live through refreshing ones perspective’s loam, So they can continue moulding their lifestyle to they’re design ~ balanced in alignment with where they in this moment belong.
When blue grey gumtrees beckon you upon a red dirt path into the bush, That twists through an increasingly thickening monotone of bushes that seem to whisper, Your every step ’tis taken in trust that the path you’ve chosen has a desired end, As one step too deep into the Australian bushland can leave one with more than a blister, Especially when the weather’s warm and an unpredicted storm brews overhead…
For not every moment spent in nature is peacefully filled with blossoms and butterflies, If one ventures too deep paths can vanish/merge/and eventually completely confuse, Resulting in one at least feeling lost irrespective where they turn or how they mentally compromise, Whilst yet another track leads one deeper into the overgrown abyss of a blue grey flora ruse, The clouds darken and the gidgee wreaks as humidity thickens the air and dust blocks ones view of the skies…
Ones endurance starts wavering as mentally you struggle to remain calm with this moments stack, Despite being an element usually solid that suddenly doesn’t quite have your back. Yet amongst the looming threat of storm one stumbles upon another track, Sunlight illuminating it akin movies guiding characters through sub plots that tend to lack, With little else to guide you venture onwards hoping ’tis your subconscious with a supportive hack.
As when the red dust starts to swallow the chosen track you hastily walk upon, And you note thunder starting its crackling through the sky ~ your ego retreats within, Surviving becomes the perceived motivation as your mind surrenders to one’s subconscious’s song, For you know a wrong turn in this moment could create challenges with a catastrophic spin, Thus navigating beyond this situation needs to return you swiftly to where you desire to belong.
So step by step/turn vie turn with an element of faith in your heart you walk on, Quintessentially returning to increasingly familiar surrounds ‘fore the downpour commences, Retrospectively pondering your perspective in a rather mindful manner now paramount, Until the seraphic aspect of venturing into the bushland once again overrides your senses, Degrading any personal evolution not steadfastly integrated into ones being…
If one were to venture into the Australian bush in early springtime one would find, Near every plant preparing to turn the usually monotone blue grey hues, Into an epic array of a colourful display ~ not limited to shades of yellow and pink, But an abundance of white/orange/purple/red and even a delightful element of blues, To entice and enchant all whom pause long enough to take a fragrant breath and notice.
For once cleansing rain storms clear the dust and winter debris from leaf tip through to roots deep in the soil, Near invisible flower buds start to abundantly grow ~ at times in greater numbers than the plants have leaves, Akin ones energetic core being rejuvenated and rippling out into ones physical glow as they toil, Allowing denser elements to transmute into lighter styles cueing seraphic mental reprieves, After one’s lucubrated time away throwing balance into too tight a stress fueling coil.
Yet soon these buds have filled to the point they’re overflowing their protective ‘shell’, Radiating their soon to bloom vibes throughout the bushland announcing spring’s to swell, Like when one walks into a room uplifting it with their presence energetically cell by cell, The flora’s enchanting it’s way through blooming enticing many an insect and more with its sweet fragrant smell, As petal by petal unfurls in an outback and beyond perceptually endless bouquet for early springtimes spell.
Allowing those whom can a decadent time to seraphically enjoy a walk through their display, Replenishing from ones mind to soul given the moment to acknowledge their bud through bloom, For one can witness their whole melodramatic cycle in mere metres if they care to mindfully foray, By tree and under where hidden blossoms on often unnoticed ground covers loom, Despite needing to stay aware of any young chicks and fauna protective parents are watching play.
‘Till eventually the flowers wilt and fall with the help of a warm yet often gentle evening zephyr, Floating lackadaisically to the ground below reminding all of our physical being mortality, Though the bushland will soon again bloom in kind ’tis time to prepare for the summers heat, To prepare to endure the challenges of our lives after reaping from what we’ve tended through stability, So we can grow/evolve beyond our current best ~ to bloom with increasing grandeur we’re unable to yet imagine…
Orange red dirt, huge red/grey roos, epic sunsets and vast usually clear blue skies, They’re the Australian Outbacks well known signature image… Yet beyond the flies and heat ’tis where a certain type of magick lies, In the deep thick bushland areas that should be revered by all whom venture, An easily deadly though enchanting location where it’s best to learn ways to be ‘bush wise’…
For ’tis a place abundant with delicately designed flora though it is often well hidden, It’s ability to survive inspires a touch of strength within all whom happen to notice it, Amongst the often blue grey blur of varying gum/gidgee/mulga and wilga trees which then, Shelter not just fauna but vines and colourful flowers one often cannot even notice without a near hyper wit! With natural glade style clearings and often moss creating a delightful element of zen.
Despite the remote element that makes venturing anywhere an often disconnected road trip, For most phones struggle to even grasp a fragment of signal without some sort of bolstering equip, Yet whilst one never sets out to race the likes of emu’s on a dusty roads straight strip, ’Tis always an adventurous quest that tends to strengthen the stability of every relationship, Especially the one with your own mind as the hum of machine blends with one’s thoughts conscious grip…
And although there may be often dust in the air ~ and on that note everywhere else too, Being able breathe and work amongst the near undisturbed dawn chorus each morn is such a treat! Even when the cockatoos drown out the melodies of the other birds with their rather screechy cue, ’Tis nothing short of inspiring when the sunlights warm yet still gentle and the breeze wisps light and sweet, Whilst the plants sparkle gently as they’re still covered in a touch of frost or the remaining early morn’s dew…
There’s often flocks of colourful inch tall finches and wrens flitting through the denser bush, Their delicate song delighting all nearby whom are lucky enough to hear, For whilst common they can be elusive even when they contrast plants like saltbush, They do love spending a hot evening moment under a backyard sprinkler when they know they’ve little to fear, And can be a spectacular sight on a bushwalk providing the desert myrtle’s kept clear of one’s tush!
If one were to venture into the Australian Bushland chances are you’d find, A delightfully greenish wild bush banana growing it’s ever entwining vine… Now whilst it’s not that unknown for its place as a bush tucker delight, Have you ever taken the time to truly let yourself be enchanted by it’s design? Fully supported by those around it climbing inch by inch skywards and out, Rather spindly and near unnoticeable when not directly in ones focuses line…
As all life like the vine ’tis never a straight path ~ but twists and twines through shadow and light, Unfurling wherever it needs like the vine creeping over and through any obstacles it may face, Often unable to pursue goals when attempting to go alone upon their quests plight, Climbing easier through challenges when supported by another’s stronger grace, Delicate but gaining strength from those whom enjoy this gentle beings energetic might, Encouraging it’s progressive evolution as it seraphically sprouts at it’s own unique pace.
For much like the vine inching skywards we cannot see the next obstacle we must climb, We may sense it when close ~ as it nears within the rhythm of our resonances chime, But as we venture through our lives like a vine we’re never going for long in a straight line, As the choices we make from challenges and desires mould the path of our soul sublime, Irrespective of our destined purpose we grow and evolve with each breath our lungs entwine, Overcoming debris and striving towards our light ‘till blinded at the end of our physical time…
Hence we learn our route like vines ~ energetic tendrils constantly tasting our options ahead, Scouting our ideal path through so we may learn and grow as we need whilst we unfurl, Reaching for support from others at times when we otherwise shall flail with dread, Ideally learning to flow with a fragment of alignment with the ocean of beings around us as we energetically spiral and twirl, Grounded by our physical selves regardless of how lightly we aim for our impact to tread, Forever evolving from each moment we experience not that polar akin to a pearl.
Thus like a vine one should endeavour not to rush ~ but reach/listen vibrationally/grow around that we cannot budge, Allowing life to seraphically guide rather than force our way through disconnected from our inner core, Always developing our minds to enhance the expansion of our perception even when our conscious opinions vastly differ, Flourishing only when divine timing blesses us with conditions perfect for what our unseen path holds in store, Which for some can create internal challenges rather undesirable as quests towards dreams constantly stray, Blinding them to the beautiful life they already have ~ the abundance/prosperity/love/achievements they’ve already manifested galore.
As the roos find their spot to go to sleep for the morn, ’Tis time not for rushing out the door with one shoe untied before the bus drives away, But time to tune in ~ not just to whichever teacher’s online but to the rhythm of each other, For when you’ve a schoolroom with preschool, upper primary and high school boys going about their day, And you’re the one guiding all three ensuring all learn to their potential, It can be an amazing bundle of fun! Though not without challenges that can easily throw everything epically astray;
For all may be harmoniously blissful of a morn whilst everyone’s simultaneously learning a form of literacy, However, even noise cancelling headphones struggle to eliminate distractions for a pre-teen participating in an online class… When say an enthusiastic preschooler delves into craft whilst a teen learns to play ukulele… Making an element of self-awareness and being extra considerate of each other becoming an essential added lesson not to bypass, Evolving the resilience levels of all so their focus wavers from their task at hand minimally, Until such moments ease into a needed break to recalibrate ‘fore into a more seraphic lesson combination they surpass.
Though when your classroom is at home with gumtrees and emus out the window, Flexibility to flow and adjust in alignment with expectations ’tis a necessary skill to bestow, So when side quests/life/sibling events take learning out into the world there’s minimal impact to educational flow… Allowing a greater chance for all to participate in school based events without throwing others into productivities undertow, As when classes from alternate locations ~ often in the car ~ become a normal way for adventures to go, Lessons find themselves set up in interesting ways with clipboards, laptops and bare necessities in tow.
Thus since setting up our original schoolroom amidst the first covid lockdown, We’ve rarely had a day one could label boring/overly lackadaisical or mundane, For someone is always creating an element even amidst the craziest challenges to dissolve a frown, Without jolting goals off-course or adding to stresses prominent strain, Often bringing all back into alignments zen with an observation creating a rippling lown, So all can achieve their days tasks irrespective of aspects like tech glitches adding a splash of mental pain.
As even if it’s a day where you’re the one bouncing from reinforcing an alphabet recital to supporting a PDHPE lesson online to assisting a teen with algebraic fractions, If in a schoolroom of your own creation with your kids all day is where you find you’re in your element, Chances are like me you enjoy the harmonised chaos that allows you to constantly witness your children learning new ways to thrive, In spite of the moments you may think your perception of fun is more than slightly bent, ’Tis truely an experience that has an enchanting aspect that cannot be denied even when the wildlife try to join in sports outside, Thus for those whom can whilst raising their offspring in the dusty Australian Outback ~ guiding them through distance education is always time well spent.
Hence for all whom think they need it: my probably controversial words of wisdom on this quest to educate ones children are as follows; Whilst you may be a mum with a moderately reliable modem trying to guide your children’s education from the schoolroom at home/dining table/van/car, ’Tis essential you find YOUR FLOW ~ don’t stress about following timetables but create and manifest manageable DALIY GOALS, In the end ensuring each child has a one on one session each day is more important than a strict 9-3 by far, For whilst it may take your time in the schoolroom to exceeding say 10 hours a day, It supports them through any aspects they’re struggling with so they can academically shine like the star you believe they are!
And Remember: We may not always climb the way others understand or design; but if we’ve the resilience to try enough, we can find our own way to the top; and as tomorrow is a new day full of endless possibilities ~ release your tensions lingering from today and recalibrate your perspective so you can start tomorrow morn afresh! 🙂
Welcome to a poetically mediative moment by a campfire energetically within…
‘Fore we delve in, let us take three deep slow breaths; in… and out, again in… and out… now once more in… and out, As we settle ourselves into an energetic state where we can connect, Aligning ourselves to whatever it is we need from that which is to follow through this subject.
However, to trigger the full effects that this moment may bring, Close your eyes and thrice repeat the following:
I am now open to receiving all I need within this moment.
I am now open to receiving all I need within this moment.
I am now open to receiving all I need within this moment.
Now as one’s connected to the subtleties this piece contains, Which in this moment happens to include a kundalini reiki cleansing component, Allow me to be your guide on this now commencing poetic meditative journey…
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Thus just imagine in this seraphic moment standing upon red sand, At the location of your own personal, cozy, quiet camp sight, Deep in the blissful blue grey fragrant Aussie bushland, Upon a damp, densely foggy, wintery, late autumn morn…
’Tis where the crisp morning air fills your lungs, As you venture out of your cosy swag into the fog, Taking a moment to revive the dulled campfires coals, 'Fore finding yourself a spot to sit upon a sturdy log…
The fire soon enough starts warming the air in reach, And provides the heat needed for your morning beverage of choice, As you sip slowly birdsong breaks through the bush lands silence, ‘Tis nothing short of seraphic to hear their orchestral voice.
Subsequently a lone bird makes its silence braking solo known, It’s melodious tune adding a vibrant layer with it’s rather sweet tone, Before being joined by the full dawn chorus ’tis thrown, Tho’ not ‘fore its element reaches through energetically from aura to bone.
As their performance seems to reach near its peak, A rouge ray of sunshine breaks through the fog, Warming your soul from where it first touches, As cell by cell it starts dissolving any remaining dull monologue.
Effervescent style this warmth from the sun’s first rays, Ripples through your entire being then outward, Slowly driving back the densities of surrounding fog cover, ‘Till there’s no chance of it returning ‘till night-covers bombard…
Thus in the soul healing warmth of the early morn’s sun, One sits sipping seraphically one’s chosen warm beverage, Absorbing the bliss of one’s quintessential bushland surrounds, Knowing for today ‘tis now an abundance of bliss gaining leverage…
Yet whilst the dawn chorus have been making their melodious mark, Awakening the world around you which is still slightly dark, The early morn sun rays deepen their melting ~ burning any debris they embark, Not that unlike ones warming campfire turning to ashes each burning logs bark;
So whilst ones beverage may be turning further towards waning than full, One can feel with ease the warmth of the sunshine healing deep into ones soul, Incinerating debris from ones aura to the infinite depths of ones core, Replenishing one entirely with whatever for you this moment still has in store.
Eventually the fire begins to reduce from flames to coals, As the sun rises high enough that its rays take on different energetic roles, No longer warming all cooled by night with dawn times magical perspective, As all venture into their days a little lighter from energetic burdens respective.
Imagine in this moment you’re a tall gumtree in Australia’s Outback, You’ve endured loosing leaves in droughts where red dust chokes, Protected an abundance of others through many a blistering summer, Blossomed beyond what ones imagination could ever possibly evoke.
The world around you is serene though dry ~ grasses have all hayed off, There’s nothing but the most established flora and luckiest of fauna to be found, The dust is coating everything again ~ breezes cannot even blow it completely away, The air is thick with not just dust but ’tis humid to the point theres near not a sound…
For the sky o’er head is not blue but the darkest of greys, Bringing an element of hope that the dust shall adjourn to memories forays, As the clouds burst forth needed rains to quench all for days, A welcome reprieve for all whom have the ability to survive through natures displays.
Eventually the irritating dust settles under a cooling watery mist, That gradually increases to rinse the dust from heavy almost crispy leaves, Pacing itself ‘till it reaches the deepest points of even the thickest debris, Washing away blockages so deeply hidden they’re unknown ~ making space anew for fresh air’s heaves…
Raindrop by raindrop this moment continues with a gentle cooling breeze, Gently rinsing ‘till refreshed even the most stagnant areas of ones soul, Revitalising all it seeps into whilst cleansing all whom are upon this area of earth, So one may enter a cycle of thriving once again within ones beings role.
When temperatures average well above 40 right through most of the day, Finding ways to survive can be a challenge on its own let alone keeping cool, Thus when cooling elements are found differences can be at times ignored, Irrespective it be a river/sprinkler/air conditioning or lounging by a pool…
For ’tis true not just for people when roads start becoming a sticky mess as they melt, But for those seeking a cooler moment in the ever interesting animal kingdom too, As in times like these ’tis nothing for birds to bring their babies to rest in the sprinklers mist with the cat, Cautiously trusting they’re safe though seemingly knowing if they give him his space it’ll hold true.
Or a flock of magpies to join the bush doves and younger kangaroos in a damper spot, Where water has sat after rain or from sprinklers in the heat of the morn before, As aligning polarities amidst a heatwave means so many more can continue to survive, Even if it means kingfishers and magpies taking turns so all get their cooler times galore!
For keeping cool amidst a heat wave in the outback ’tis near an art, And in its mastering one can make all the difference to all whom thrive, Whilst as humans we can only observe and support the ways the wildlife seraphically align, Their polar lifestyles perspectives in a way that allows all cooling moments within their stride!
If one were to venture into or visualise a shrubby area of the Australian Outback, Then take a slowed deep breath whilst finding themselves a comfortable spot to stay awhile, One may experience an abundance of enchanting things that most on a bush walk, Would pass by with minimal notice due to their focus and walking style…
Such as the colourful wrens and finches whom flit through the bushes with grace, Shade spectrum’s of violet thru blue ~ yellow, shades of brown and reds too, Hopping from branch to twig near unnoticeable to the alternatively distracted eye, Like fairies going about their day through the blue grey bushes where we’ve near not a clue.
For bright green parrots and budgies may be obvious as the fly by our heads, And cockatoos in their colourful array are as easy to spot as the Major Mitchel and Galah, Yet the likes of the bush doves and honeyeaters join the smaller kingfishers in being lesser seen by far.
As to experience the delight of seeing one of these more infinitesimal varieties of birdlife hidden away, One need be mindful of the seraphic location and be quietly lackadaisical yet alert to their way, For if one can venture beyond the illusion of these delightful beings being rare, One may be in for an enchanting experience that can be mystifyingly magical to compare!
The Poetic Life 2.0 