This is Part 3 of the story about our Wildflower Spirit Journey at the end of 2016 through NSW, Victoria, Tasmania, South Australia and the Northern Territory. In Part 1, we began in Sydney, driving up through the Blue Mountains, and then down the coast to Eden and Merimbula. Part 2 took us into and through Victoria, from the beaches of Mallacoota to the alpine flowers on Mount Hotham, then down out of the mountains and back to family. Here begins the Tasmanian leg of our trek…
Our first night in Tassie was spent in Kingstown, with a good friend and her two boys, looking over the water from her gorgeous mountain-side view. The next day we drove into the south. As our friend had warned us, some of the tourism treks were run by Tasmanian Forestry, and you didn’t have to dig deep to find the cleared land hidden behind thin strips of rainforest designed to enchant some dollars away from the tourists.
I know we need paper and wood, I just feel a bit more comfortable when it’s recycled or from plantation forest, rather than old-growth forest. My love affair with trees stretches back into my early childhood when I lived in an isolated rainforest in Tassie. There were no other children to play with, and aside from an invisible dog, my best friends were the trees. In spite of this childhood connection, Tasmania was the place I felt most resistant about when my husband first began talking about living somewhere else. Continue reading →
This is Part 2 of a 5-week wildflower spirit journey my husband and I went on in December 2016. Part 1 tells the story of our journey through NSW, from Sydney through the Blue Mountains, and then down the coast to Eden and Merimbula. Part 2 continues the journey, taking us into and through Victoria, from the beaches of Mallacoota to the alpine flowers on Mount Hotham, then down out of the mountains and back to family. Continue reading →
In December 2016 my husband and I went on one of our adventures, an epic 5-week journey through five states of Australia. Our last journey before this was an overseas trek through England, Ireland, Amsterdam, Prague, Germany and Austria, a couple of years ago, the highlight of which was a tandem paraglide off the Austrian Alps. As always, I came back from this journey loving my Australian home more than ever, with a strong urge to make our next journey home-based, but a back injury had me grounded for a while.
While we were waiting out my recovery time, Spirit colluded with my great uncle, encouraging me to take a step back from work and focus instead on writing a family history. “Write my story” said my uncle, and in the next breath he asked that the story be not just about him, but my grandparents as well. “Exploring your roots will help you heal your root chakra” my spirit guides explained to me. Continue reading →