My own words, thankyou...

This morning, Angelina and I spent some quiet moments watching the sun rise, listening to the birds, watching clouds, sipping tea (and her hot cacao) etc...we reflected on a few things and then I asked her if she would try to sing the song she'd asked me to sing her the night before.
It was the 'sing a song of sixpence' nursery ryhme, and I asked her if she could repeat the words after me, so she could learn it and sing it to her auntie or the new baby...

I sang 'Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye...', and then asked her to sing it back to me.

She slyly looked at me,...sideways, out the corner of her eyes and with a cheeky grin announced in a sing songy voice, "Zinga Zangah zooo zoo and packet full of POOOOOO". And then dissolved into her own merriment.


I decided not to try anymore 'repeat after me' things this morning.

We watched clouds again.

Well, here I am.

I know I live too close to other houses, and other people, for my liking, but I am enjoying living here at this new house.

This morning I looked outside and I was able to see a beautiful big ironbark wrapped in a forest vine, shining in the dawn sunlight. Ahhh, it was so beautiful. And when I looked the other way out of my window I could see through the trees to a huge snowgum right inside the bushland near us. Its silvery bark shimmering. I walked outside to the backyard, barefeet onto squishy wet-with-dew grass, and soaked up some of Mumma's Earth vibes...very soothing, and looking up I saw the Moon,... with a little bit missing at the moment, but very prettily glowing out in the Northwest sky.

I get the feeling that if I stayed here I could get it altogether. I feel that it might just help me get the jigsaw done you know?

The other day I saw a Pheonix in the clouds at sunset (Southeastern sky, so its got to do with Growth and Perceived Wealths), and a few days before, another dragon this time in the Southern sky (strength and/or wisdom concerning Perceptions of Self etc)...Hummingbirds have been absent for a week or so...must have come through whatever that was. They were popping out all over the freakin place...

:)

Hummingbirds and cloud messages...

For the last few months I've been seeing Humming birds in the clouds, on t-shirts, as figurines in shops etc etc etc, but mostly they've been messages in the clouds. The last time this kind of portent came in so strongly was when I was seeing Dragons in clouds,....for years!

so, anyway
Humming Birds are a flightly tiny, industrious, beautiful kind of thing. I love their 'hummmmmmmmmmmm', the vibration, the resonance of their existence, so I was aware I was receiving a message of some sort 'from the universe' when I began to take notice of the reoccurrence of this little being in all these clouds all the time. I loved this website about the Hummingbird animal totem's message...

This flying pattern also has meaning for us. So often, we find ourselves stuck in time: lost in regret about or longing for the past, or hoping (often without much true hope) that the future will be better, hanging our dreams on a distant cloud.

Hummingbird shows us how to re-visit the past for the purpose of releasing it instead of being caught in a permanently backward flight pattern. It also helps us to see that if we step aside we may see our life differently.

Hummingbird teaches us to transcend time, to recognize that what has happened in the past and what might happen in the future is not nearly as important as what we are experiencing now. It teaches us to hover in the moment, to appreciate its sweetness.

Hummingbird tells us to drink deeply of the nectar of life.

And yes, it was very pertinent to my life.

When I took the kids up to Mt Tamborine's Gallery Walk, the first shop we stopped in had an array of 'beautiful things', and Charlie picked up..you guessed it, a crystal hummingbird sun dazzler... :)

It's the time of year, and with the rain and all, I almost neglected my own flesh and blood to lay in bed with a book. ahhhh. but twas not to be. mother in law coming over an' all. cleaning house. bugger.
She's a lovely woman. But I don't like anyone staying in my house for two whole months. Just irks me. I love the 'guest room' too. It has my cloud watching window. I will have to watch my clouds from the balcony now......

Happiness is a rice paper wall hanging

Happiness is a rice paper wall hanging. It's true.

I 're-did', 'feng-shuied', 'space-cleared' and otherwise re-arranged 'The Land of Spare-Oom' on Sunday. It was a beautiful thing. Once complete, I had floor space up the wahzoo, an tangible grasp on the contents of ALL shelves and drawers, a realisation that my husband has WAY too many long sleeved shirts, and that I am still hording shyte,...but on a magnitude that bears no resemblence to previous efforts during the years.
So I finished of the fait accompli with a rice paper wall hanging over the head of the bed. (it's got purple and gold butterflies whirling around leafy representations, truly gorgeous)

After the last vacuuming had been done, I sat there, staring out to my trees, searching the cloud clad sky for some stray clues to the meaning of life, and listened to Tori singing 'Crazy' to me. She is really so very lovely.