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From the Game board of Fae Circles.

For the 20+ years of conversation I have been having with my blood, my womb, I have come to understand that my emotional, mental, physical and deeply spiritual Life are all woven, warp and weft through my womb and the place I stand in my own inner circle of existence. By knowing, learning and trusting these states I consider myself funded from within. I note my externals, the latest song and dance routines from Beyonce, Putin and Turnbull, but I am rarely instructed by them as a function of truth.

It is my blood I consider my source code.

When I create from here, when I sit still in the center allowing what can be to bubble forth, I can feel the balanced state of mind in service to the heart to be the movement of the womb, connected in deep love of Earth. If we were to build from, listen to and TRUST this gentle honest voice of invitation, what could we be together? Where would a world that was listening to womb’s be taken? Would we choose poison and profit over real health and wealth? Would we as womb bearers, those that carry this source code be treated differently if we valued this conversation? If we gave true respect to life giving principles, perhaps even life itself? Could we take our place in the natural world no longer as overlords with a mandate to own, control and exploit OR could we become the noble sentient beings we are, capable of incredible feats of love, cooperation and empowerment.

We know that every solution our planet needs we already have. What we seem to be lacking is the will to use it. As women we get to make many more decisions than we think we do, maybe not at a Federal level, but our buying power is far greater than we give ourselves credit for. The deeper we listen, the stronger the wisdom, the more our decisions are not pushed and shoved by the latest noise, but considered for the overall impact each purchase makes to the health of our family, our community and our Earth.

Recently I have felt to return to an old creation of mine. A game I made for my then 4 year old daughter. It is a non-competitive game that has each player making three wishes at the end, one for themselves, one for an other, one for the Earth. I have translated it from its original form to the current digital .pdf form for ease of transmission. Fae Circles is an offering from my womb, probably one of the first I heard after my daughter was born! I loved it then, and now, trusting that its true intent is to create more love in the world. Offering up the practices to build the will of a family to be guided from within, as a whole, as a group of humans on the same team, with the love of Earth and Fae.

This is an offering from my source code, designed to invoke your source code, that we may all Live Gently, with the Self, Other and Earth. Fae Circles is a family offering, heart family, blood family, soul family. For my blood work, for womb owners (past and present) please see my work at Living Gently, there is much much more than we have ever been encouraged to understand or explore.


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For my Daughters 21st.

I had to be the one to tell her. I couldn’t let the internet tell her… the internet wouldn’t understand her tears, like mine could… My bebe and I grew up on the words of Terry Pratchett. We would listen to him on cassette whilst we painted the pathways on fairylands. For most of her life she would fall asleep listening to one of his story’s. She still does.

My daughter Jasmine’s 21st was a Discworld themed party and even her Grandmother dressed up as Granny Aching. I was one of the witches of course, probably more Nanny Ogg than Weatherwax. The cake was great fun… the elephants gingerbread, the discworld the most giant anzac biscuit of all time.

I am deeply grateful for the gift that Sir Terry Pratchett gave my daughter and I. The gift of shared realities in a world where most teenagers are almost driven from their parents side. The blessings of characters of incredible integrity, looking at you Vimes,  when our world rarely reflects that in places of authority. A simple normalness of powerful women, living powerful lives. The gifts this brings when raising a daughter, he knew, he was raising one too.

For me personally, I read Good Omens as my world collapsed. It was the story that allowed all to dissolve, and for me to understand that I was here, now, with this earth. I could be a part of the “ascension” and just take of me or I could be one of the many midwives for this new world that is arriving, the one that Terry seemed to reach for. The one that cares, lives with, uses all the solution we already possess, offering us the will to wield it.

Something to believe in. The power of story.

Something to believe in. The power of story.

When Jasmine said that she was getting a discworld tattoo for her 21st, I knew I wanted one too. To own it, the effect that Sir Terry had upon us, what the stories did and still do for us. We wear them in separate places, the effect, the tattoo. As a writer, I know the anger that Neil Gaimon describes of Terry Pratchett, I understand that state… Thus I am deeply indebted to these words…

“What would Terry do with this anger?” Then I pick up my pen, and I start to write…

I truly hope my daughter does too.

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Happy New Year… the Year of the Horse!.

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TED IS DEAD… And the pendulum swings… Just when we thought we could start to really own the power of the mind to heal, the inherent wisdom of the earth in the plants and crystals… The possibilities of being human… Along comes the body corporate to shut down any speculation that there is any other offering but the one they are selling!


Must protect the unsuspecting punter from the evils of homeopathy and cancer curing anecdotal evidence… Humans must never inspire humans to consider reality beyond the prescribed version that has been sanction through the bowels of a university… By all means necessary, contain the freethinking virus and stop its anarchic spread across the Internet!
What was TED for? Why was it so popular? Why did its offerings garnish so many eyeballs? Who started it? Who owns it now? Silly move oh “powers that be”.. By outlawing the conversations that count, and inserting your own public relations press releases you have written the death warrant for TED… For any intelligent Internet user that checks their sources, understanding agenda and noting bias can smell broadcast a mile away… Therefore you have now made the value of your proclamations worthless.
In just one illustration of stupidity let’s take a definition of a red flag topic taken from the letter that TEDx community  “The fusion of science and spirituality. Be especially careful of anyone trying to prove the validity of their religious beliefs and practices by using science”  … I’m sorry, but have you watched Jill Bolte Taylor?? 11,750,000+ have, but according to these definitions her work is bogus…. Really?
Your intention may well have been about shutting down conversations you can’t control… still… but the more you tighten your grip, the more star systems, aka free minds, will slip through your fingers!
There will be another TED… Maybe this time it will be held with integrity that can’t be bought… If I’m wrong about that please let me know… For right now, I’m wondering where I send the flowers?


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Where to from here?.

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Blood Jewels.  The loving continues…

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my altar for time

We watched the film “A Dangerous Method” last night… that powerful moment of separation between the learning, willing to participate, Jung, and the only able to hold the authoritative core of analysis, Freud, a true moment of student surpassing the master… That Freud existed at all I am grateful, that he held open the space that gave birth to the opportunity that is processing our emotional experience, profound… but where Jung took it, where he went in the name of his own sanity, and the possibility of the human experience, just how far human freedom could be expressed, this is what I have come to understand as the gift of Jung, of the birth of psychoanalysis…

To risk our authority is to say … I don’t know… I have no idea what lay beyond this, and that is the most delicious way to learn, perhaps the only way to learn. Here I am sitting on the edge of the abyss again, knowing I have to go forward, prepared to go alone if I have to, but deeply wishing you will come with me… I don’t know where this will take me, but my intent is to find what ever we need, what I need, to make the deep respect I have for Earth, Women, Men and Children… REAL. Live-able, sustainable, realistic. I’m after Utopia, I want a world where we can ALL live in basic harmony, with the self, each other and this Blessed Earth.

The pic is the altar I have just built… I feel like I have created access to all of time now by bringing in my cycle observations into newly created ritualistic tools to harness the fertility of me. This is my time to build. To make real all the deep and juicy visions that come, blood after blood, as the wheel turns. Everything I have ever learnt has led me here.

I’m building a temple to the womb, for the womb, to create access to Her womb, collective core creative power. The vision I have is to share this space, the building of it, the access to it. Retreat space, to stay and descend, at first it may just be that there is space to pitch a tent. In time a big juicy building that has all manner of goodness to share. Permaculture food forests, labyrinth’s, bush sculptures, studio space, both wet and dry. One day a forge in the workshop.  SO much to make real, and such a core knowing that the means are the ends, the how and who of this build feels open, needs to be open, but only to those willing, able to do the work, WITH.

I have no idea where this will take me… I have no real authority that we will make it there, into Her… But what I do know is that I have an invitation to those around me…. is your vision to work WITH… Let me know if you want to play!

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