Home with the boys in Perth
It's funny, and not a little awesome in my head that I must now more and more articulate 'home' because... I continue to realise that I have a number of them, even here in Perth.
So, to round things off regarding my sentimental blogging about my holiday, I'll tell you about my last day in Victoria.
The alarm went off at 3:30am, and R and I crawled out of bed toward the coffee. I'd had the forethought to pack the night before, and so there was only dressing and checking to go. Also that thing you do when you're really not ready to leave a space that's been haven and home all too briefly... looking over things and casting things into memory. In line with that I ventured out into the cold dark to bid the goats farewell as they totally enchanted me. I also picked a leaf from the 'Star Wars' magnolia that we'd planted at the time of my last visit to mark the occasion as a memento (now my present book mark, inspired by R's oak leaf performing the same function).
The drive to Wangaratta was beautiful in the early morning, quiet and peaceful, brightly moonlit and foggy. I was quite enamoured of the varying shadows and darkness that marked the view while we drove. So very beautiful.
When I'd booked my train tickets for the trip I'd specifically queried where I needed to be for the return trip at 5am, thinking that the last thing I wanted was to be lost or confused. They said just head to 'the' platform and that it would be easy, unable to be missed. They were wrong!! There's a platform #2, that is down to the left, down a lamp and behind some trees. It's not well lit or sign posted so you could absolutely be forgiven for missing it. As it was the train was 50 minutes late and this delay was enough for us to realise our error and find the correct platform and hug some more. Still, it felt closer than I would have liked to missing the train!
I got back into Melbourne and promptly hunted breakfast, and met up with my old friend DanielS from Darwin, we caught up - it's been about two years and it was really nice to update him on everything and hear how things are for him too :) We went to go visit my favourite paintings in the Gallery of Victoria but alas, the main exhibits were closed! Next time. For the record if you're in Melbourne and interested, my favourites are two paintings by Arthur Loureiro in the Joseph Brown Collection called 'Spirit of the New Moon' and 'Spirit of the Southern Cross' - they're beautifully mythological, goddess art and Australian, absolutely breathtaking :)
I wandered home to Brunswick and managed to actually do some study (first and only time this was managed over the course of the trip). I managed to avoid napping and then MS came home and we did this wonderful thing where, I helped her to a wall hanging display of postcards she's been sent over time. The postcards were varied and beautiful and what I particularly loved, and what meant so very much to me, was being able to listen to her stories about them, her travels, travels of friends and special people in her life. I've long wanted more of an opportunity to get to know her better, and this was just so awesome. As was just being at the house in general walking steps and being part of her lovely small world, the street with a poly crowd bent, coffee shops with homemade cake and awesome shoe shops, the tram and train close by. There was tea in the kitchen with G and MS and I, chatting and laughing and telling stories - moments of perfection that I treasure.
We headed off to the airport and I managed to navigate it and also procured doughnuts for the boys on a whim knowing they'd be my best friends forever* if I brought them some :) Flight back was less awesome, there were no in seat screens where you could choose from a wide selection of stuff to watch, the movie they were playing was crap and I ignored it for my laptop and book.
Wonderful to walk off the plane and be met by
samvara and
maharetr who hugged me and were very generous in listening to my happy babbling and excitement, they delivered me to the home I share with the boys who really were delighted by my return (and the doughnuts).
By this point I was reeling somewhat, as I'd only left the small and cozy heartspace of Barnawartha early that morning, had barely transitioned back into Melbourne before returning to Perth so my emotional self is still a bit wrecked from that, but all the threads will come together before the weekend I am sure.
I am just casting my thoughts over my various heart-home spaces, right across Australia and several places in Perth, my heart warms with this and gives me considerable confidence at my ability to make a home in Kununurra for myself sharing a house with S who I from previous encounters promises to be lovely company :) Also as an upside of moving is the opportunity to *visit* and focus the intensity of my attention on spending quality time and delighting in, appreciating and loving those I'm getting to spend time with whatever their connection to me.
Having said all that, it will mean a lot to me to somehow get back to Melbourne, and more specifically Barnawartha at least once before the end of the year.
This entry was originally posted at http://transcendancing.dreamwidth.org/811764.html
So, to round things off regarding my sentimental blogging about my holiday, I'll tell you about my last day in Victoria.
The alarm went off at 3:30am, and R and I crawled out of bed toward the coffee. I'd had the forethought to pack the night before, and so there was only dressing and checking to go. Also that thing you do when you're really not ready to leave a space that's been haven and home all too briefly... looking over things and casting things into memory. In line with that I ventured out into the cold dark to bid the goats farewell as they totally enchanted me. I also picked a leaf from the 'Star Wars' magnolia that we'd planted at the time of my last visit to mark the occasion as a memento (now my present book mark, inspired by R's oak leaf performing the same function).
The drive to Wangaratta was beautiful in the early morning, quiet and peaceful, brightly moonlit and foggy. I was quite enamoured of the varying shadows and darkness that marked the view while we drove. So very beautiful.
When I'd booked my train tickets for the trip I'd specifically queried where I needed to be for the return trip at 5am, thinking that the last thing I wanted was to be lost or confused. They said just head to 'the' platform and that it would be easy, unable to be missed. They were wrong!! There's a platform #2, that is down to the left, down a lamp and behind some trees. It's not well lit or sign posted so you could absolutely be forgiven for missing it. As it was the train was 50 minutes late and this delay was enough for us to realise our error and find the correct platform and hug some more. Still, it felt closer than I would have liked to missing the train!
I got back into Melbourne and promptly hunted breakfast, and met up with my old friend DanielS from Darwin, we caught up - it's been about two years and it was really nice to update him on everything and hear how things are for him too :) We went to go visit my favourite paintings in the Gallery of Victoria but alas, the main exhibits were closed! Next time. For the record if you're in Melbourne and interested, my favourites are two paintings by Arthur Loureiro in the Joseph Brown Collection called 'Spirit of the New Moon' and 'Spirit of the Southern Cross' - they're beautifully mythological, goddess art and Australian, absolutely breathtaking :)
I wandered home to Brunswick and managed to actually do some study (first and only time this was managed over the course of the trip). I managed to avoid napping and then MS came home and we did this wonderful thing where, I helped her to a wall hanging display of postcards she's been sent over time. The postcards were varied and beautiful and what I particularly loved, and what meant so very much to me, was being able to listen to her stories about them, her travels, travels of friends and special people in her life. I've long wanted more of an opportunity to get to know her better, and this was just so awesome. As was just being at the house in general walking steps and being part of her lovely small world, the street with a poly crowd bent, coffee shops with homemade cake and awesome shoe shops, the tram and train close by. There was tea in the kitchen with G and MS and I, chatting and laughing and telling stories - moments of perfection that I treasure.
We headed off to the airport and I managed to navigate it and also procured doughnuts for the boys on a whim knowing they'd be my best friends forever* if I brought them some :) Flight back was less awesome, there were no in seat screens where you could choose from a wide selection of stuff to watch, the movie they were playing was crap and I ignored it for my laptop and book.
Wonderful to walk off the plane and be met by
samvara and
maharetr who hugged me and were very generous in listening to my happy babbling and excitement, they delivered me to the home I share with the boys who really were delighted by my return (and the doughnuts).
By this point I was reeling somewhat, as I'd only left the small and cozy heartspace of Barnawartha early that morning, had barely transitioned back into Melbourne before returning to Perth so my emotional self is still a bit wrecked from that, but all the threads will come together before the weekend I am sure.
I am just casting my thoughts over my various heart-home spaces, right across Australia and several places in Perth, my heart warms with this and gives me considerable confidence at my ability to make a home in Kununurra for myself sharing a house with S who I from previous encounters promises to be lovely company :) Also as an upside of moving is the opportunity to *visit* and focus the intensity of my attention on spending quality time and delighting in, appreciating and loving those I'm getting to spend time with whatever their connection to me.
Having said all that, it will mean a lot to me to somehow get back to Melbourne, and more specifically Barnawartha at least once before the end of the year.
This entry was originally posted at http://transcendancing.dreamwidth.org/811764.html