Light from the overhead power pole outside my window tricks me into thinking its morning and I lay for what feels like a long plane ride in my hostel bed dreaming of adventures to come and waiting for the sun.

In just under one week my daughters and I will be feeling Australian soil again after one year on the road. Our other amazing member of this tightly knit family will be joining us shortly but destiny steered him elsewhere for a couple of weeks, although at this point I think he is doubting the detour.

The time apart is empowering. My husband and I have become too much a reflection of each other with the closeness of the last 7 years living arrangements. It is difficult to separate from him though when every thing I see, I love. How blessed am I. We make each other better people.

Dogs bark, car horns poke my tired nerves and the bells ring out from across the road at a local temple. I check the time and its exactly 11.46pm. Now I understand jetlag. Totally awake and ready for a new day yet knowing I should be snuggling under the covers.

Nepalese life doesn’t seem to know siesta or set prayer hours. We are back on 24/7 tourist time where everything is open and available for a price. I wonder if I can get a ginger or lavender tea at midnight. I wont stoop to such depth – I promise. Its a little different from the last few weeks in Spain where it STOPS STILL between 2 – 5pm and even outside of these hours the tourist dollar doesn’t seem to be of high importance. Good on them really.

 

I was coming here to Nepal to work with my two daughters in a small rural school about 3 hours west of Kathmandu but a couple of weeks ago I fell in a moment of complete unawareness and broke a few ribs. With a bung knee I may have managed but both ribs and knee – no chance. So one week rest and a little play at a local orphanage to use up our airfares and adjust to the different time zones before we make the final flight home.

As the girls continue to snore I have an opportunity to meditate and process clearly. I want to set some intentions for my families future based on a vision my husband had, experiences of our travels and a letter my eldest daughter wrote to me only days ago. (one which I will attach at the bottom of this page). As a parent I cannot ignore or brush aside my daughters request. It is full of truth and in complete harmony and timing with my husbands dream. Nice coincidence?

I ponder other parents reactions to their children’s’ desires. The appropriate social answer would probably be when they leave home or when they turn 18 but I believe if a child demonstrates they are capable and willing – then they are ready. It is usually US that limits their potential to grow and become independent.

The vision came to my husband in dream form, infused with an energy that invoked a moment of self realisation and greater understanding of our families path to assist mankind’s’ plight for survival. It showed us what we can do to help us and help you.

The last year has shown us the beauty of our world. We have seen the destruction too. Travel is such an amazing tool to awaken our minds. We feel and understand both the love and fear of earths ‘people as they try to survive and at times, flourish.  It is earth that cannot talk. She whispers to us in every changing second that it CAN support us but we ignore her wisdoms and in return she will show us that her power is mightier than our own. The future earth may be scarred by our actions but she will not die as our frail bodies will. Those that know how to survive – WILL.

To date we have trusted this intuition and every time, everything has worked in our favour. It all flows so easily when we listen. So why wouldn’t we continue to believe now?

 

We are returning to Australia to begin the next phase of our nomadic lives and reconnect ourselves and anyone else that feels the desire to join us. It will be a life that merges our daily movements and souls with that of the lands flow again. Learning bush crafts, adopting her medicines, feeding and clothing ourselves.

The challenge is – we will be living in a bus. It is almost impossible to live now as indigenous Australians did 200 years ago as we have destroyed, fenced or sold off much of the lands that supported the life they fed upon. This is our goal though. To support ourselves as much as possible with as little imprint as possible on our planet.

SO!…… INTENTIONS (remembering to be clear as possible)

  • Buy bus and transform it into a green house of love (and food) and a base of support for family, friends, brothers and sisters of the world.
  • Learn and practice indigenous traditions that promote positive sustainable living
  • Connect and assist with other growers and cultivators of this lifestyle, focusing on food foraging, herbal medicines, artistic expression and spiritual growth
  • Take our message and way of life to the people and show anyone who is interested, including Vipassana meditation and natural learning for children.
  • Continue to believe, learn, change and love, experiencing ALL of life with open minds and hearts.

GROW MORE, CONSUME LESS and HELP ANOTHER HUMAN – that’s our motto for this year to come. Hope to see you on the road.

 

A letter I cannot ignore

 

……………..”I want to live in the forest hunting and gathering but the rest of the family don’t want to live like that, well I haven’t asked them because this is like a secret…….because I feel that connection with the land and I know that’s where I belong……………..I just want so badly to go back to earth.”

“I think everyone should live in nature, hunting and foraging………….I also think everything has energy and is connected. I also believe in destiny and when you die you become part of the universe and that you have a soul………….and that you/your soul is split….like you live heaps of lives at once……..like I could be a homeless dude in Hungary, a butcher in Africa, a raven in Australia and watch over someone I love while writing this.”

“I want to do what native American tribes used to do when someone turns 15 or 16 or something …..they have to go and leave the tribe and survive off plants and water”

 

I hear you Nakeela.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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