This is the oracle card I drew today:
Patience
"Now is the time to learn, study and gather information. Enjoy being a student, because in the future, you will synthesize your knowledge into action.
Although you may be aching to begin a new project, now is not the time. You are in the vital phase of gathering right now. This means that you're meditating, channeling, taking classes, interviewing experts, and other means. In all of life, there is a time for gathering and a time for planting.
It is too soon for you to decide how you will use the new information that you're absorbing. You may have some ideas, though, so it might be wise to write them down for future use. Soon enough, you will be called into action to apply your knowledge in useful ways. When that happens, you will be very busy and work very hard. Allow yourself to be an empty vessel into which Heaven pours the contents of its library of wisdom. Your unique talents will blend with this wisdom, and synthesize it into a new and important way to bring peace to this planet."
How freaking relevant is that?
21.2.09
3.2.09
I was attacked with hugs by Fritha and Rowan when the bus arrived in Hastings. It has been so good to be with family and I find that extending beyond the two of them to everyone who calls the farm home. Right now Fritha, Rowan, Kelli and Katrina have all moved into the main house. David has been MIA since I arrived, but we hope he'll be home from Auckland soon.
Almost as soon as I arrived I fell hopelessly ill. There were several days when I couldn't even make it out of bed and found myself so well cared for by Fritha and Rowan. I am still not completely recovered. I can trick myself into thinking I'm well but then a wave of dizziness or nausea will creep up on me and I'm off my feet again. This has made it difficult to fully appreciate the scale and wonder of the farm but I have been exploring slowly. There are more fruit trees than I could imagine or locate. So far I've found plum, grapefruit, avocado, orange, olive, pear, apple, feijoa, tamarillo and fig. Some of the harvests I've already missed but many of the trees are still bearing or ripening fruit. As soon as my camera comes back from being repaired in Auckland I will have lots of photos to post.
We are in the midst of doing significant work in and around the main house. Tomorrow the new satellite internet is going in, about which I am thrilled. It has been an hour long process just to send an email and I am looking forward to being more connected.
Until then...
Almost as soon as I arrived I fell hopelessly ill. There were several days when I couldn't even make it out of bed and found myself so well cared for by Fritha and Rowan. I am still not completely recovered. I can trick myself into thinking I'm well but then a wave of dizziness or nausea will creep up on me and I'm off my feet again. This has made it difficult to fully appreciate the scale and wonder of the farm but I have been exploring slowly. There are more fruit trees than I could imagine or locate. So far I've found plum, grapefruit, avocado, orange, olive, pear, apple, feijoa, tamarillo and fig. Some of the harvests I've already missed but many of the trees are still bearing or ripening fruit. As soon as my camera comes back from being repaired in Auckland I will have lots of photos to post.
We are in the midst of doing significant work in and around the main house. Tomorrow the new satellite internet is going in, about which I am thrilled. It has been an hour long process just to send an email and I am looking forward to being more connected.
Until then...
22.1.09
Here, Somehow
It is always a welcome sight when the sun rises after nearly twenty hours on various planes in total darkness. In those long hours only the occasional brilliantly illuminated ship and then, eventually, a tiny Pacific island would send a beam of confirmation that the earth was still beneath us. The dawn began to blush past the tip of the wing. The clouds cleared except for a cluster of pink meringues seemingly swimming in the muted silvery grey of the ocean. The coast of Queensland was just beyond that cloak.
I transferred to Air New Zealand in Sydney and was off to Wellington. I guess it's strange that I always fly into Wellington instead of Auckland but I can not resist the view down the south island. First it's the stretch of the Tasman Sea crashing against the sand down the west coast. Then the mountain ranges come into view, dominated by Mount Cook, always topped with the long white clouds that Aotearoa is named for. Then we swing around over the Marlborough Sound and the rough waters of Cook Strait. The whole progression just makes me very happy.
Totally exhausted from two days without sleep I passed effortlessly through immigration and customs, though I did put 22.1.2009 as my birth date. I promised myself I would not sleep until at least 21:00 so I geared up for the windy day outside. I spent some time in Te Papa, the free national museum, but all the dark exhibits were encouraging my comatose state. After some exploration along the pier and down Cuba Street it started to rain and I went back to the hostel to read, stupidly choosing my comfy bunk instead of a common area chair.
Five hours later I woke up. This did not aid in my acclimating and resetting my internal clock.
I feel strange, in a lot of ways, to be here. It felt wrong for the first time to be leaving New England. Hopefully a plan for my future here will emerge and I will begin to feel more certain and enthuiastic. Maybe I'm just jetlagged and a dose of family time with Fritha and Rowan will do me good. On to Hastings tomorrow!
I transferred to Air New Zealand in Sydney and was off to Wellington. I guess it's strange that I always fly into Wellington instead of Auckland but I can not resist the view down the south island. First it's the stretch of the Tasman Sea crashing against the sand down the west coast. Then the mountain ranges come into view, dominated by Mount Cook, always topped with the long white clouds that Aotearoa is named for. Then we swing around over the Marlborough Sound and the rough waters of Cook Strait. The whole progression just makes me very happy.
Totally exhausted from two days without sleep I passed effortlessly through immigration and customs, though I did put 22.1.2009 as my birth date. I promised myself I would not sleep until at least 21:00 so I geared up for the windy day outside. I spent some time in Te Papa, the free national museum, but all the dark exhibits were encouraging my comatose state. After some exploration along the pier and down Cuba Street it started to rain and I went back to the hostel to read, stupidly choosing my comfy bunk instead of a common area chair.
Five hours later I woke up. This did not aid in my acclimating and resetting my internal clock.
I feel strange, in a lot of ways, to be here. It felt wrong for the first time to be leaving New England. Hopefully a plan for my future here will emerge and I will begin to feel more certain and enthuiastic. Maybe I'm just jetlagged and a dose of family time with Fritha and Rowan will do me good. On to Hastings tomorrow!
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