The Great Cleanse

March 8th
Day 1 Internal Cleanse (stomach/liver/intestine/bowel) - combined with a choice Juice Fast (brought to me by Sampson) Weigh in @ 63kg.
This is an herbal induced stomach/liver/intestinal & bowel cleanse so watch out it's - all coming out!! Beginning the day with a fair evacuation under the lychee tree , I’ve been looking forward to this cleanse for months now! The time just hasn’t been right between packing and this festival and that visit and this city and that quick I’ve been procrastinating and putting it off since first learning about it, as like anything, the time needed to be right.

Not hungry much at all.. but my twice daily special detox drink of green clay and psyllium husk in freshly juiced granny-smith apple fixed that. Peed a lot. Went to bed hungry - but that’s to be expected when one is used to gorging on fresh fruit all day long right up until the time to retire!

Ahh honesty pays again  On the way back from town today, L spotted a rare coconut palm filled with nuts just begging to be climbed… from Townsville to Cairns, any tree on public land and even most privates also, trees are de-nutted for fear of litigation when one conks an innocent passer-by on the head you see!

But this lovely fellow Daniel, all the way from Tonga where every last morsel of the coconut palm is utilised, not only allowed us to share his treasure, but also gave several tips on how to recognise a good young nut from the more mature… how to ensure they don’t crack when collecting from the tree….

I need an enema please!! One movement a day is not enough in my books and I can’t wait to see what toxic build up waste comes out of my system! I’ve had little hunger today and when it did pang, a clay and psyllium slurpy or mouthful of herbal supplements wasn’t far away to alleviate that unfamiliar empty feeling… Thank heavens also for the healing juices of the green coconut - that sweet, delicious drink of life, and again, to our Tongan saviour, D.

Still cranky on and off but mostly on hmm…. Poor Luke, he really is looking after me so sweetly… he really just wants the best for me.. supporting me with special foot flexes every night even.

March 9th
Day 2 Juice Fast
Dreamt, of all things, about cooked food last night. Hundreds of those little criss-crossed fruit puff-pastries being cooked but then all gone when I went to get one *sigh*….

Slightly delayed but nevertheless ‘normal’ motion. Constantly reminded by L and myself just how good it’s going to be when the ‘stuff’ starts coming out!! Still waiting for this apparent clarity that comes when not feeding the body with constant stuff to process and eliminate. Feelings rather sluggish and teary, but that could be the PMS. Again, poor Luke.

Force-fed (well, not quite) nauseating, juiced green papaya. Full of papain, a valuable enzyme well recognised by the Thai, proven to have detoxification qualities in the bowel mm yummy. So, it’s not quite bitter, but definitely unpalatable to me - it’s the aftertaste that had me almost getting cramp around my nose from too much of that “ewww” expression. What a child I am sometimes.

Luke's Advanced Course is April 20-24 in Sydney so we'll hopefully be passing through Brissy a couple weeks before then but who knows huh? Everything is up in the air ever day it seems... a little exhausting for me to tell you the truth and therefore a definite challenge to remain in the NOW and not worry about the future and my inherent desire for stability. Many a conversation has been had already about my ever-flipping perception and projection on this…

Feeling like this is pretty easy on juices actually  I’m barely hungry (enough herbs and juices on the menu) and am relishing in having the time to finally sit and share my thoughts and catch up on many loose ends which I have been creating too much busy until now to do. Sort of wanting this 15 days to go quickly so I can enjoy mangoes again before the season is out! However, wishing to prove to myself at least that I can survive the week without gorging and lose much inner-gunck (not to mention a few kgs), I will be outstandingly strong 

With all this fibre going down it’s a wonder why I’m still carrying on as normal…

Off to bed hungry again…

March 10th

Well, today’s the day they say. 3rd day in it’ll all start movin’ on through….

L’s bro has made the trek down from Townsville to Mareeba to check out the scenery and make up for what fruit I am fending off hehe. And geez was it difficult to watch them feeding their faces, pawpaw after pawpaw after banana after passionfruit after avocado after coconut flesh mmm….

I took some me time this afternoon, went down to the river to cool off and begin my all over golden tan  Lying face up to the mostly overcast and occasionally drizzling sky, I contemplated the smallest of things… trying to recall how much I wanted to share these thoughts with you my friend, to note them down in text for ‘reality’s’ sake… alas I have failed yet again. It has occurred dot me this is more a travel blog of my mind rather than land, but a journey all the same…

No serious ‘movin on through’ to my disappointment… just the two regulars, opening and closing the day, though somewhat changing it seems, nothing spesh yet… Why the scales tell me I am putting on weight when I am eating nothing is a little disappointing I gotta confess…
Going to bed hungry AGAIN!

March 11th
Day 4
I am so over this already. The only thing I have to look forward to is seeing the kilos fall off the scales, which are still to come grr! Oh, and my granny smith apple juice (diluted 1:1 with water and absorbed by gritty green clay and slimy bitsy psyllium mmm) detox drink twice every day. The green clay absorbs toxins and carries them out of the system with a little assistance from the bulk of the psyllium.

Today’s excursion with D had us on our way to Mossman to visit and chat with the local wild man - one living exclusively on a combined diet of trippy tropical fruit from his own 5 acre personal rainforest, and self grown happy high herbs and concocted medicinal plant brews etc - all natural healers of course.

Then spontaneously we extended the excursion to a little down the country road to meet another of a similar yet completely different path, with his precious partner in life; together they shared their experiences with us, with their beautiful offspring delicately by their sides. After listening to much of her experience, I am inspired and we have made a date! Thursday eve we will journey together with The Mother. Be assured I will share with you too.

Though these last few hours with this delightful family were totally lovely, the day has generally been one of snappy weird moodiness for me - I thought I was cranky yesterday but that was nothing! Why a lack of food has had me constantly playing bitch princess all day and night, annoyed at absolutely everything that crosses my physical or virtual path, disgusted at my behaviour yet completely enjoying the trip simultaneously, I do not know. What does one have to do with the other? No doubt, it’s all chemistry… Mid evening, it got to a point where I actually just stopped for a moment, thought to myself how weird I felt and then almost took myself into a valley of overwhelming, contradicting emotions all rolled into one. I felt angry (liver detoxing), sad (withdrawal symptoms), frustrated (damn hunger!), teary (PMT) and who knows what else I would have found had I kept looking.. Instead, as I often do, I removed myself from this beneficial presence by some momentary distraction.

…Until the local farm scaredy cat came out to greet me… that brought me out of my cold, hard super-bitch from hell shell! I softened immediately and realised how I’d been missing unconditional affection. Then I thought of my sleek black baby, Teisha.

Day 5 approaching… Could it really be so that with each incremental number out of 15 (days), I am finding the challenge easier? My hunger was not soo much an issue today, rather more like an annoyance and significant cause of envy. Watching the boys eat the most divine smelling raw fish (barramundi!) curry for breakfast (yes us rawies have odd habits) was a torture fit just for sufiyo, knowing how sustaining and healing that fish was had be sulk like a little girl till it was all eaten up and hiding in their tummies it was…

March 13th
Day 6
Mareeba - Cairns

Notes on a Scandal - Cate Blanchett

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