When the creek flows…

So do I! It’s really that simple. Five years of living life here with the ebbs and flows of this seasonal creek has taught me many things… all of which can be contained within the knowing that I AM THE LAND, AND THE LAND IS ME.

It’s something Indigenous cultures all around the world know intimately, the custodians of this land where I am now have embodyed this kinship since time immemorial… and my own ancestors once too; their native lands alive in their blood lines. It’s been in my DNA all along… I’ve just needed to remember… and so I’ve returned to the union that’s the deepest truth I’ve ever known. My relationship with Mother Earth.

So, when the creek is flowing here at Feathertail, I always feel like the land is in full expression… and when she’s fully expressed, so I am!

I feel so synced to this rhythm… My freshwater Mermaid comes out to play and my whole nervous system gets a reset as I sit with the sound of the water trickling… gentle and loving in its expression as she follows her own magical pathway over mossy rocks, enlivening all she touches on her precious journey from these mountains to the sea… ahhhhh such gratitude for these cycles of being!

At times there’s a roar! The creek is in full gush and the energy of that is so dynamic it can dredge up what’s needing to be cleared and cleansed in me. If I fight that release, the creek can mirror fear… but if I allow it to carry away what’s stagnant in me, it’s exhilarating! Not to mention the cold water swims :)

And then just as quickly as she rises… she recedes…

The gentle trickle of refreshed creek water after a downpour is one of the most precious gifts of life on this land. I never miss the opportunity to sit with that… and to honour the simplicity of a sound I never grow tired of…. the restorative subtle tones of this flowing waterway.

The sound of my own breath slows in response,

Birds sing and the cicadas sing louder,

And I hear the expression of life here calling me fully to my own!

I remember one day earlier this year as I sat with the water, the word ‘emergence’ landed in my being and immediately I was struck by the physical representation of this in the landscape around me. A little green plant emerging from the leaf litter right by the water, as if sung into life from the previous night’s rain …. The ant, dancing itself over rocks in a determined search to meet its needs … and my own nervous system harmonising to its natural state, earthing my pace to this beautiful place

Ahhhhh. Inhale. Exhale… May life continue to flow with the beauty and sweet simplicity of this creek. May she continue to reflect to me all that I must understand. May she continue to call home all those that come to sit with her. We are the Water and the Water is us xxx