Flying with wings of light

Here on the ranch, a gentle wind is blowing my long hair, as I begin building 'top fence'. Digging deep holes for the main fence posts, that will stop the herd from escaping further up the mountain, I stop to see the view...

Rain clouds building on the distant horizon over Golden Bay. Mountains clad with soft, grey mists of differing hues, reminding me of the days when I could accurately talk about types of grey; zone 3, or Paynes Grey. Once an artist, always an artist!

Up here in the kingdom of the gods, far from the madding crowds of Sydney, where I was only two days ago. Here, alone, I breath the pure New Zealand air as I continue the endless journey of being in the now. Such peace comes from within and exists wherever you are.

Music in my ears, keeps my spirit high. To walk the world with music, brings smiles to my face, as I negotiate the strangeness of city life or the lonely realms of the wounded soul. Eventually of course, the depth of the hole has gone far enough and I start filling it in again with a strong post. The wounds offer little hold on me these days.

Playing at the Mind Body Spirit Festival was a beautiful experience. I saw the people open their hearts and join together in celebration. At last MBS became a festival. I felt so honoured to play music with Premananda and Felix, singing the mantras of blissful balance. My voice singing out with strength and gentle power.

Great Spirit has chosen to burn bright, new life, into me. The voices of m friends; Didjeridoo, drum and flute, fill me with wonder. The mystery of trance takes me into a world of new sound and rhythm... the voice of heart. Once again I am united with my heart and I feel the grace of life itself, in everything around me. The music coming through me has just changed and with this shift, I too am different.

Being alone... is really not actually possible. The more I am alone, the greater my oneness with Spirit. Like a breath of air, the infinite silence gives birth to a ray of sunlight that refreshes my spirit and gives scent to my heart. Like a beautiful flower receiving water. To grow and give out colour and aroma. What better reason to live!

Now-here to run to. Now-here to hide. Home is inside. I am who I am.

Surrendered to the mysterious, magical rhythm of whatever happens, I walk with impeccability. For I am Sika Deer and my path is the beauty way and the path of gratitude.

Thank you Great Spirit.