Ecological lifestyle

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Waiting takes up many minutes and hours in one’s lifetime.  It can be time wasted or time used well, time to give thanks, time to grieve passings of loved ones, remembering life and passing  today especially on the 3rd yearly clock around since Sherine departed us, It can be anxious or relaxed. So many scenarios!  Quite often so varied there is no “normal” waiting situation.  Waiting for our home cooked dinner which smells delicious is a good wait, touches many senses.  Waiting with a child in hospital is a very anxious wait and those few times I have experienced these situations are embedded in my soul and memory.  Waiting to hear from those I love, sending love to them whether they have moved on even, Waiting at the Opthamoligist as I type this, anxious that my glaucoma has not deteriorated. Wanting and planning to live with sight and great health till I am 96!

RobertsonYurt/Roundhouse’s 1/2 acre garden is ever changing   Very seasonal. Very beautiful!  I wait with anticipation for the new growth and flowers to emerge, for the Maples to colour up, shine in the moisture, then drop the red leaves to create carpets.

So happy I have had the opportunity to “wait” and to have had so many great waits and to those in the future.


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The coolness is seeping into the country. Rain has given life to our dry country with previously empty dams. Enjoying a fire in the evenings has been delightful. Warms the body and soul watching the flames and coals.  Our Yurt is being enjoyed by others who think about buying land and duplicating this large very lovable abode. Lovely being able to share the beautiful ambience.

Thankful for Dan Thomas, a Robertson landscape designer who is sharing the dream and making it happen to open the garden as a fundraiser ,,,, a Woodland Artisian garden.   Pushing me on to create and add to the already beautiful piece of heaven, an “oasis in a troubled world. ”

Through sharing and caring, in November 2016 I met a wonderful soul.  His words are above …. he also said I was a “refuge in a refugee world” in which he works. He said he shared with me over the next three months more than he had with 98% of folk.   He wanted no more than to escape into the natural world here, learn about the birds, loved seeing them and their antics, laughed at the possums and Wonga Pigeons, wanted to go see the wombats, eat good natural food.   His damaged soul and mind opened and relaxed here, he was lovely, but work and the world human rights and his expectations have closed all. After writing that my friendship was invaluable he has “concluded our communication”   Told me to put behind me that our paths crossed and basically in my words he let his shield down here when the world looks to him.  Thousands of words passed between us. I was not the leader.  He ached for natural normality.   I will never forget, and always wish him well and  hope that we meet again in this life or another.  As he acknowledged, our natural souls touched.  May he gain good health, mentally and physically and as I have said to him the Yurt and peace is always here for him.

Thsnkful to live in this beautiful Yurt which touches lives. Pray that this lovely man allows himself to remember how happy he felt at Robertson Yurt during the five days alone and with me.