| Moving to the Blue Mountains |
[11 Aug 2007|08:16am] |
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dis_senter and I are moving to the Blue Mountains. The Blue Mountains is an absolutely gorgeous National Park with an area of over 247000 hectares. My current user pic was taken there.
We found a place to rent on Wednesday and we're moving in two weeks. I am beyond excited.
These photos don't really do the mountains justice but they can give you an idea.
Waterfalls like this are all throughout the park. One summer dis_senter and I spent a week roaming the bush and swimming in every waterfall we could find.
Here are the three sisters. They always remind me of me and my two sisters closest in age.
Anyway, our new home has space for guests and is quite beautiful. There are two north facing bedrooms with a small sunroom attached. They are drenched in sunlight and should be nice and warm. There is carpet in the bedrooms but the rest of the house has polished floorboards. There is a fireplace in the loungeroom and the kitchen is one of those old fashioned rustic ones, it is really very beautiful. There is another larger sunroom out the back looking out onto a really cute garden.
I'm planning a veggie garden and dis_senter is planning the bush walks. We will end up living an ideal 18th century life. Reading, writing, walking, cooking, gardening. I'm also thinking about buying a piano as I've always wanted to learn how to play.
Supposedly, there is a large lesbian community up there too and they have lesbian bushwalking groups and things so that will be something to look into.
But I'm so excited. Living in the Blue Mountains has been my dream since dis_senter and I spent that week exploring in 2004. So, yay, for me.
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| For Heart |
[11 Aug 2007|05:27pm] |
This is dedicated to Heart from Women's Space because she is a sister. Because she is brave and strong and tireless.
Love and peace to you, Heart. This is for you.
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The world breaks open. Underneath the layers, transcending the past, making the present.
I have seen it written. In the hour of our forced surrender. The world will diminish as the time draws near.
Aching with the lost and ancient tidings, her beginning has come. Rekindling our magic. Lusty, wild and untamed. Recalling to us a time when freedom was a word that had meaning.
Do we have her power? This one that calls to us. Cries out long forgotten secrets. Screams our true names. Falling silent as the moon wanes. She is the one that tells us of the future.
She comes in before the dawn, when our power awakens from the stealthy sleep of those who can ill afford dreams. When half of our world is drowning beneath the man-made weather, whether, weather. When half our world is starving. Sacred ground as dry as dust.
Speak to me of your power. Speak to me in riddles, in a woman’s tongue. This day is coming into being and I need no translation. I can feel you breathing, sisters. The calm static before this long-awaited storm.
Our storm.
We have been without our rain and thunder for far too long…
I smell the tumult of our revolution, rising from the east…
Come to me then, in fury and in rage and with warmth. I will not let the cold decay of this bleaching rancour. I will not let this mindless, bloody, relentless torment hold me any longer. I am breaching the walls of this prison. My love, my heart, myself within my sisters. My sisters in me.
Even death cannot strip us of our elemental power. We sisters do not fear the earth.
Listen to the seasons. Listen to the earth beneath your feet. Breathe with the beauty of her. Sing it out. Sing our tempest into being. And as the storm of us gathers on the horizon, know this. We will not slumber until every woman wakes.
Let the rains come in with the tide. Beat out a rhythm in women's time. And let us soar.
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| Fourth Carnival of the Radical Feminists |
[11 Aug 2007|06:57pm] |
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Fourth Carnival here. I know I am naughty and this announcement is very late.
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