Having lived off grid on a mountain overlooking the sea in Lutriwita, I understand the depth of yourself you can find, the silence asks you to listen and when you listen, the brain can’t think, the heart takes over and we are led to a place of healing. Then comes the peace
Gina thank you for your words. They take me to my own longing for wildernesses. I see the forests and mountains daily from my office window, watch the weather and birds moving across our shared skyspace and wish to be free of the need for money to secure home and hearth that keeps me from my heart's ease. Today is my 64th birthday, raising that question will you still need me, will you still feed me and i find the answer to that is 'not really'. I grapple with the continuing noise in my head that keeps saying, i want to be out there... and my other voice soothing it...not yet, not yet ...there is the elder mother to care for until ...and then we can go. Ironically it's always been Tassie in my mind since a winter trip in a campervan many years ago with another wild girl. We built a bonfire in the light snow rubbed our bodies with salt and earth, rinsed in a freezing creek and screeched and danced around the fire before jumping into sleeping bags, explored the forest floor in the winter light and revelled in the tiny life there. The air was amazing. Our lives were unshackled for 3 glorious weeks. We released our heartaches and our bonds. I yearn, i yearn, i yearn! Thank you for your words today- a true gift. Linda xx (La)
I read and interpreted the images from your story of rawness. The way you mirror your emotions and mind beingness touches my senses. Your tale of being and living raw spoke to me of being whole in a dominant culture that is bland and homogenised. How being coddled, as in cooked, and made up to look a part deprives the senses of a whole experience of connected sense. Having the sensory rawness to be and feel and act inside the wild balancing act of the energy of nature. In a world where human beings are more and more becoming emotionally and psychologically coddled. As an elderly woman I have to rebel against an increasing reliance on images of how and what my homogenised selves should look and do. I know, only by copying the images of the dominant mainstream cultures, how I should act and be. In a sense I have a need to be liked and invited into mainstream places so I can be appropriately culturally active. I thought of you the other night as I lay a fire outside. I had matches and paper and dry kindling and wood. I had two sleeping bags! I slept out by the fire watching the night sky lighten and the stars dim as the full moon rose. The pointers still shone faintly. I felt my being melt into the cold earth below and rise up beyond the Milky Way. A huge self and no self only senses merging on and on. Your images of your being in nature as raw and merged and whole are the images I treasure.
This photo reminds me of photos of my mother, when we were camping and caving. Your words bring back memories and also a yearning to go bush again, it’s been a while. Thank you for reminding me how important it is to get to that place.
That’s it! I’m going outside (way down south - in far south lutrawita) to sleep by the fire pit tonight. There is too much sensory beauty to be had in the cold dark night & your words make me want to suck it all in - so tonight you’ll find me outside with the devils & quolls … on my land… & maybe even an eastern barred bandicoot if she’s comfortable to show herself!
Your concept of endless birdsong in so deeply poetic and unforgettable. For me it is a brilliant way to connect us globally in a deep but simple connection to nature - an experience we all know well - the bird song as we awaken. Wonderful and everyday - a favourite combination. Love this. Tks Gina.
Oh, Gina, I would dearly love to agree, and say go; be barefoot with/upon The One you love, but I can't. I feel the void of your voice, lost to those who need to hear it. The path you walk is important; a Divine one, as I see it. Your life is unique, and you've been given a platform to share your truth. If you take your truth away, will you be walking the path your soul came here to walk? That is for you to decide; I simply place the question before you. Bless you for all you are, my favourite Wild Woman. You are so inspiring. Through you, I do things this body of mine never could. You excite my mirror neurons and embody a role I've seen in my visions of the future.
Having lived off grid on a mountain overlooking the sea in Lutriwita, I understand the depth of yourself you can find, the silence asks you to listen and when you listen, the brain can’t think, the heart takes over and we are led to a place of healing. Then comes the peace
Gina thank you for your words. They take me to my own longing for wildernesses. I see the forests and mountains daily from my office window, watch the weather and birds moving across our shared skyspace and wish to be free of the need for money to secure home and hearth that keeps me from my heart's ease. Today is my 64th birthday, raising that question will you still need me, will you still feed me and i find the answer to that is 'not really'. I grapple with the continuing noise in my head that keeps saying, i want to be out there... and my other voice soothing it...not yet, not yet ...there is the elder mother to care for until ...and then we can go. Ironically it's always been Tassie in my mind since a winter trip in a campervan many years ago with another wild girl. We built a bonfire in the light snow rubbed our bodies with salt and earth, rinsed in a freezing creek and screeched and danced around the fire before jumping into sleeping bags, explored the forest floor in the winter light and revelled in the tiny life there. The air was amazing. Our lives were unshackled for 3 glorious weeks. We released our heartaches and our bonds. I yearn, i yearn, i yearn! Thank you for your words today- a true gift. Linda xx (La)
I read and interpreted the images from your story of rawness. The way you mirror your emotions and mind beingness touches my senses. Your tale of being and living raw spoke to me of being whole in a dominant culture that is bland and homogenised. How being coddled, as in cooked, and made up to look a part deprives the senses of a whole experience of connected sense. Having the sensory rawness to be and feel and act inside the wild balancing act of the energy of nature. In a world where human beings are more and more becoming emotionally and psychologically coddled. As an elderly woman I have to rebel against an increasing reliance on images of how and what my homogenised selves should look and do. I know, only by copying the images of the dominant mainstream cultures, how I should act and be. In a sense I have a need to be liked and invited into mainstream places so I can be appropriately culturally active. I thought of you the other night as I lay a fire outside. I had matches and paper and dry kindling and wood. I had two sleeping bags! I slept out by the fire watching the night sky lighten and the stars dim as the full moon rose. The pointers still shone faintly. I felt my being melt into the cold earth below and rise up beyond the Milky Way. A huge self and no self only senses merging on and on. Your images of your being in nature as raw and merged and whole are the images I treasure.
This photo reminds me of photos of my mother, when we were camping and caving. Your words bring back memories and also a yearning to go bush again, it’s been a while. Thank you for reminding me how important it is to get to that place.
Such a beautiful expression of wisdom and insightfulness. ❤️💜
That’s it! I’m going outside (way down south - in far south lutrawita) to sleep by the fire pit tonight. There is too much sensory beauty to be had in the cold dark night & your words make me want to suck it all in - so tonight you’ll find me outside with the devils & quolls … on my land… & maybe even an eastern barred bandicoot if she’s comfortable to show herself!
Your concept of endless birdsong in so deeply poetic and unforgettable. For me it is a brilliant way to connect us globally in a deep but simple connection to nature - an experience we all know well - the bird song as we awaken. Wonderful and everyday - a favourite combination. Love this. Tks Gina.
XX in shared wildness Phi
Oh, Gina, I would dearly love to agree, and say go; be barefoot with/upon The One you love, but I can't. I feel the void of your voice, lost to those who need to hear it. The path you walk is important; a Divine one, as I see it. Your life is unique, and you've been given a platform to share your truth. If you take your truth away, will you be walking the path your soul came here to walk? That is for you to decide; I simply place the question before you. Bless you for all you are, my favourite Wild Woman. You are so inspiring. Through you, I do things this body of mine never could. You excite my mirror neurons and embody a role I've seen in my visions of the future.
I miss off grid sometimes. Thanks for the reminder