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Published: January 25th 2006
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24th - Christmas Eve Wamboin > (Bateman’s Bay), (Narooma), Tilba Tilba
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. Yeah I know, I should learn some new adjectives… How about AWESOME…. Landscape, town, house, gardens, people, energy. I could live here, for sure. Central Tilba: quaint little heritage town away from reality, slightly nestled below the surrounding hills and 3km from the next fantasy town away from nowhere: Tilba Tilba, population 38 😊.
My arrival is just perfect. I’m met by the garden of T’s 2 storey wooden house, comfortably perched on top of a hill just beneath what I am later to discover as Gulaga. The waterfall out back immediately spreads its shelter of calm over me… I’m calling out to T, I’ve been welcomed by email prior but we are yet to meet. After taking a mini self-guided tour of the deck and making another lap around the house’s exterior, I eventually but tentatively step foot inside the open front door, and see a note before me: “Tamara, I’ve taken the dogs to the beach. Make yourself at home”. And that’s all I need to lose it. Tears already welling in my eyes, overflow and run down my cheeks, a small girl’s
whimper escapes my lips; the tension of a long, extra cautious drive falls away instantaneously. Spontaneously I decide to make a quick trip down to the beach myself, to wash away Canberra and my grief of leaving C behind. Moving into the now. I’ve been craving the waters since Tyagarah - *sigh* what to do?! I discover a thousand rocks protecting the most precious corner of Mystery Bay and a cave in the corner also. Behind a ridge of rocks, little pools of sea gather in slightly warmer salted spots, smothering an abundance of weathered shells and rounded rocks, just perfect for dipping in. Returning to Tilba, not long later T & I meet, and all is sweet.
Christmas Eve party with a difference at Bermagui. Very gentle, with a few of the locals displaying some tender talents for the occasion. A sweet elderly woman with spirit tells a tale of how she came to be a puppeteer and how the spirits come to her then she makes them a body. Her daughter dances a marionette on stage and together they create a world I’d forgotten existed. Huge applause from no more than 25 guests. Another middle aged +
woman perfectly and characteristically recites a poem - not shared since she was 7 mind you! - telling a tale of a young boy who was gradually eaten by a snake, but it was all in the rhyming old English words, very charming indeed.
December 25th - Christmas Day Tilba Tilba
The morning sun awakens more than my body, I am totally inspired - to live, create and breathe art, to be and dream myself. I am reinspired! Today at a yummy traditional American Christmas luncheon, complete with pumpkin and pecan pies, I met a 61 year old man, who is very much alive. A self-taught but marvellous photographer, S lives his dream on the road, from day to day, claiming to have a far better life and more money than when on a full time income living in the big city. I understand this.
Have I found what I was looking for, you ask? Well, given I didn’t know what I was looking for, tough Q.
I want lots of window sills, and windows! I want lots of blank walls, to do with what I choose. A big kitchen to create in, a living space to meditate, entertain, share in. This, I’ve found many times over, but what do I reaallly want? 😊
December 26th Tilba Tilba > Gulaga National Park > (Bega) Brown Mountain
I dreamt a calling. A beautiful clear crystal nestled between rocks in a small waterfall, found just for me, given by the higher. I was expected and when I arrived it was given as having been waiting for me. Awaking, I feel the power within and know all is perfect, and today I have some exploring to do. Gulaga has called me.
Climbing Mt Gulaga (Mt Dromedary) - The Mother
Bell chirping birds, too many kookaburras to number, the occasional whip bird of course… A black cockatoo. Lacelike ferns and faeries. 45 minutes pass hiking up the mount and not one unnatural soul seen. The stillness so loud, I feel I’m the only human spirit to have ever traversed this mountain’s path, her divinity calling me, her beauty just for me. I see the faeries skipping and dancing alongside me, and smiling, they encourage me onward. Perhaps you think I’ve been reading too many children’s stories - my mind is full of untold tales yet - And maybe I cannot distinguish between my imagination and the calling of my guiding angel’s dialogue… Nevertheless, its my pilgrimage and I’ll see and talk with the faeries if I want to 😊 No, I didn’t eat the magic mushrooms ;op. Old car tracks, a youngish couple and family of four soon interrupt and tempt me with reality again. Finally my peak arrives. A luminescent rosella welcomes me to the grounds where I nest before asking the Mother’s permission to visit her sacred rocks. Sweaty blood sugar levels restored to maximum efficacy, I am venturing to this land’s sacred energies.
Rocks?! Sacred boulders not rocks! Sacred to the Black Duck Yuin people, Aboriginal people of the south coast. Huge, ancient boulders, covered in growth of orange and pale green lichen. How on earth did they get here, and like this? They appear to have mounted each other. I carefully and respectfully climb one to meditate upon.
Kas’ Oneness Activator drops - ‘Sing’… oops a few too many on the crown, forehead, under the tongue and throat chakra. I am shown the world as one. I am the bird. I am the land. I am the rock on which I sit. For moments I have no desire to move on, no wish to be anywhere but here, knowing within my soul, I am exactly where I am meant to be.
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