Intuitive in the mode of passion
The Blog of Dr. Janelle Trees
What was it like to say goodbye to all the material world you knew, even the land you walked on?
The damaged shopping trolley was full of the worldly possessions of the house-less person who had been sheltering there.
On the third day without showers, locals reminded me that desert people lived without them for longer periods. Water was kept for drinking.
Watching the lights of a thousand cars, I’m musing about the dreams of the people on this island.
We watch the birds sheltering, clustered on one side of the tree as a dust-storm blows in. It’s the Australian interior in January in the era of Climate Change—way too hot.
We build our selves on an emotional skeleton of passed and dead drama, trauma, healing and learning, if we’re fortunate.
‘And how did the rulers make that light appear? Every year it came to the temple for seven hundred years. What if it was cloudy, like it is today?’
Moving into the adjoining cavern I find the brilliant aqua spot. Light is pouring around me through the bright water.
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Banner photo of Uluru sunset by Grant McIver
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