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Hello and welcome to my blog formerly called Gypsy-K. Please note that I am only updating this blog while I am walking from Rome to Jerusalem from September 2015. My online home and permanent blog is at You can also sign up for pilgrim postcards and newsletters here. Thank you for being here and supporting my journey. With love and courage, Kym xx

Sunday, 30 May 2010

The Wisdom of Trees

Seasons come and seasons go and you accept all that life brings your way; rain, hail, frost, drought, icy-cold whipping winds, dappled light to ferocious burning sun.

Your leaves turn from meadow green to sunny yellow to rustic orange and then brown like a crinkly paper lunch bag.

Your summer dress falls away in an elegant dance to the cold, earthy ground below, creating an artistic autumn carpet of divine design.

You wear your nakedness with beauty and grace.  Your branches outstretched towards the heavens as if in exalted prayer.

Yet your roots stay firmly entrenched in mother earth, warmed and nurtured, all your needs provided for from her deep love of your existence.

You continue to be, all that you have always been and always will be.  Life changes around you and you physically adapt.  But at your core, you are always you, ye old wise tree.

Sunday, 2 May 2010

The Gift of Returning

Coming back to Melbourne has been like slipping into an old skin.  Although everything is much the same as before I left, everything, for me has changed.  The cells of my body have retained the memories of this place and of my life here but it doesn’t fit as comfortably as it once did.

The city still looks the same, except for maybe a few new buildings and minor makeovers.  And life is largely unchanged.  I joined the Monday to Friday Zombie March and within a week found myself wishing 5/7 of my life away, longing for the weekend, for time to myself to do what I really want to be doing.

My carefree life-style in Thailand saw me with tousled, messy beach hair, wearing the same few simple dresses everyday, always in flip-flops and comfortable in a more curvier body but in Melbourne, I quickly found myself feeling self-conscious, as if what I look like actually matters more than who I am.

I felt a separateness as life continued to go on around me as it did when I was not physically here and the lack of community connection from big city living.  I  easily slipped into old roles, sub-consciously re-joining old, tired dramas.  I quickly decided that I didn’t want to be here and started to countdown my return to Thailand until I realised what I was doing and reminded myself that this is not what my life is about.

The gift of returning is that I can see Melbourne and my life with new eyes.  There is so much about being here and living in this city that I love and most of it is simple joys;
  • I love waking up on a crisp, cool morning feeling all warm and cosy snuggled under my doona.
  • I love, love, love the abundance of fantastic coffee in this city.
  • I love my brisk walk to and from work, past the Melbourne Cricket Ground, my blood pumping and  warming up my body in the cool of the morning and evening.
  • I love the green grass and autumn browns of Yarra Park and Fitzroy Gardens.
  • I love watching the full moon rise high above the city lights.
  • I love taking off my high heel shoes at lunch time to feel the tickly grass on the soles of my feet.   And if the sun is out, I love lying on the grass and feeling the sun on the exposed skin of my face, arms and legs.
  • I love being able to spend time with friends and family, coffees, brunches, lunches and being part of birthday celebrations.
  • I love being able to drink my favourite wines at exactly the right temperatures.
  • I love to go to my favourite book shops and spend hours surrounded by words
  • I love walking along the beach, rugged up against the cold, feeling the sand on my feet and dipping my toes in cool water.
  • I love the golden glow as the sun dips down towards the horizon , lighting up the Melbourne skyline in gold, bronze and tangerine.
And what I’m loving most of all at the moment, is the peace that comes from accepting my choices, the fearlessness of tapping into and trusting my own inner guidance and the freedom from observation instead of participation in the drama of life.