As I shared in My Movements I had moved out of my son’s residence and in with a caring friend in a suburb of Melbourne; when it came time to move on from there I didn’t know where to go or what to do. I didn’t want to write about it because to the identity’s aspect of me, that felt too vulnerable, too emotional and exposed. It was as though I’d written the end of the road into my memoirs about love and belonging. Of course, this couldn’t be further from the truth, as there is no ‘end of the road’. Life is everlasting like the paper daisy…
Saturday March 29, 2025
My car was fully loaded and it was time to leave. I sat, as I had been sitting, in the silence, very still… listening… waiting for direction… a sign… a gut feeling… anything. No radio to distract me. No Google maps to direct me. Nothing. I felt empty and paradoxically, safe.
I turned the key, the engine roared to life… That was a promising start, I thought to myself, surprised that an inkling of humour could present in such a moment.
Just drive.
I pull away from the wet curb, windscreen wipers clearing my view. A few turns later and I end up on one of the most notorious suburban Melbourne roads known for its carparking as opposed to moving forward, seemingly mirroring me in exactability.
Slow… like nature.
Focused, I’m still listening, awaiting any clues. After stopping at the third set of lights I became aware of a spiral of energy in my lower abdomen, turning, churning like butter… not of fear, rather like a homing pigeon tuning in to a signal.
I enter the freeway and head southeast beginning to feel freer as I slip into the flow of traffic all jostling for prime position… wanting to be in their own lane, like me.
When my body naturally took the A780 exit I knew I was headed for my son’s house; but why? I was aware of the answer before the question.
Sort your luggage… minimalise.
Well, that sounded reasonable. I would empty four suitcases of varying sizes and repack so I knew exactly what I had, what I could let go of, what I needed for the upcoming season (even though in hindsight no one could have predicted we would still be experiencing mid twenties into thirties come April!)
When that task was complete I sat again… still… silent… focused. Twenty minutes passed.
Nothing.
Stashed away, or was that pushed aside, was an initial invitation - before I moved in with my Melbournian friend - to move into another woman’s residence on the Western Port Peninsula where I had worked for pay. I had turned her down because I felt our frequencies weren’t a match. Should I give that a go?
Thanks to my son, Brad, who let me stay three more nights in my own bed, to take time for some much needed recalibration, I then felt in a stronger position to take the next formidable step into the unknown.
I have been at Judy’s Biodiversity garden since, attending to many tasks, feeling all that has been arising in my field, adjusting, setting better boundaries, opting for clearer communication, reframing and from a world view of the peace I envisage life to be.
The video above, I recently created for Judy’s milestone birthday, to highlight and reflect upon a snapshot of what she has created in her quest to give back to nature since she retired just over five years ago. While I am not a seasoned or professional videographer, you will likely agree that it captures natures beauty in colour, texture, diversity and more.
Just as a plant can be uprooted and replanted at a different location in the garden to receive more sun or better nutrients and a better chance at life, we too can be relocated, to grow and bloom with more favourable results. While nature naturally blooms in the right conditions, we sometimes must make the choice to bloom into our innate magnificence, regardless of the conditions. It has always been there, waiting for us to stop, be still, silent and allow what is not us, to shed like a snake’s skin and be reborn again and again, until such time as we fully rewrite our lives anew.
Now is that time…
Have you chosen to bloom?
There are more and more people, especially women, without a home. Many of these people are not homeless; they are houseless for the energy and frequency behind the two words is markedly different. For example, homeless often denotes ‘living rough’ or ‘being destitute’, the etymology, "having no permanent abode," (1610s). Houseless is exactly that - without a house is the absence of safe and secure shelter. Every man, woman and child on the planet is worthy of this very basic material structure.
It goes without saying that I am immensely grateful to Judy for the opportunity to share her space, appreciate her garden and watch her ways of working with the earth and biodiverse environment and assist her with her projects, while I continue to focus on my own dream.
Nothing in life is assured. We can only ever show up and do our best, bloom, wither and die to be reborn and bloom again, bolder and brighter.
Let’s bloom in nature’s abundant fields together, stand straight and tall as we reach toward the sun’s luminous rays of brilliant light that reflects at face value who we truly are. Shining ever brighter, we are Mother Earth’s children playing in her meadows, forests, mountains and seas, ripe and ready for the new symphony orchestra to play her love-fuelled melody.
Next week I’ll share some of what I have been doing at Judy’s biodiversity garden.
Love’s Harmonies,
Leanda Michelle ✍🏼📚
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