Armidale / Where there are streets do have names and are named after my family

St Kilda Hotel, Armidale, NSW. (Photo credit: jemasmith)

Thomas Butler (Samuel & Patience Butler's son) (Photo credit: Images @ Melonpopzdropz) Armidale is, and always has been special to me. I have wanted to live here forever.  I loved here when I came here a lot when  I was younger and I did live in Tamworth.  Wish I had known what I know now as well.   I would have understood why I loved the place so much and why I could feel my spirit here whenever I am here. 

I want to fully explore this and find my true heritage.  Not the government model played out by the other members of my family.  For a start they are not interested at all in history as they are not interested in LIFE full stop.  Go figure!

Regardless I must live my life for myself and get on with it the best I can.  I will not understand these circumstances .. I cannot as it is inhumane.

For me coming to Armidale was a relief and what a nice surprise to see Taylor  Street and Butler Street and Butler Lane even.  My great great grandfather Mr Samuel Butler of Armidale may have lived in the street I saw yesterday.   He was well known and important here as he was the city's veterinarian.  He saved lives by saving animals lives.

Booloominbah mansion, Armidale, Australia  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I saw the street and the shop I had an extreme case of deja vu.  It was so weird feeling this.  I must find the history of the shop on the corner here in Armidale.

So while we are organizing the Blockade I will organize a look around the History of my  Armidale.  This does excite me.  It excites me to go and fight for our precious Earth.  It excites me that I am not one of the Slaves, and that I can go.
 
Images from my Flickr - Melonpopzdropz Flickr

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. - Honoré de Balzac

It was wonderful being here in the grounds of this place with Montana, I think she enjoyed herself.  I have enjoyed going over all of the photographs this week.

Having children is a funny experience on the whole.  We never own them and some of us rear our kids so well that they never ever need us ever again.  Well that is the plan for the way I am to think about how the situation is with me and my kids and really its always a tough call but on we must press and we must never let this situation drag us down to a level that is so low.

Image by Mezza -  Montana at St James Church in Morpeth

Sadly we had to leave..

All packed up and ready to go home.

Image by Mezza - Our bags on the seat waiting to go

The butterfly is a flying flower... ~Ponce Denis Écouchard Lebrun

Hello on Day one away from home

Today is the day we depart on our journey to the Rock!  My mind has been buzzing on this day coming around  for over three months now!  It is the 5th of May and this is it.    The entire unfolding of the trip has been perfectly timed for the three of us leaving our tiny Urunga to go to the place that hums and the place where the electromagnetic frequencies are tuned to the same frequencies my body channel searches for. 

Some of you will read this and you will immediately know what I mean.  Others may read this a scratch their heads and toss it out with the bath water so to speak.  These ones are not from the same place.  It is as if they are from a different planet.

Yes the airport is a huge place but I have a better understanding of how it all runs now these days.  It was obviously too hard to take to much notice while chasing children and being pregnant.  This time it was a very pleasant experience.  We caught a taxi to the motel.  The Airport International Inn.

Image by Mezza - Sydney Airport

A day of Hunting and gathering off the hill

The horse and cart / Mafia staff car

The day had finally come, EEEKK there was no toilet paper left!  The tissue box was strategically placed in view in the loo.  This all meant one thing.  We have to go shopping.  Breathe deeply and face this,  Leaving the house for the both of us at once is always an ordeal.  Going shopping is difficult.  But we sat down and wrote the customary list .. I made two columns for the two supermarkets we were visiting.  Scoured the house for missing items and set off.

Woolworths (supermarket) 

Aldi (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We went to Aldi first and then to Woolworth's so this is the reason for two columns.  Aldi being the best place to buy lots of things like canned tomatoes and butter and sugar.  We get a tray of each of these and that is a lot in the trolley.




 We loaded this in to the car and set off down town for the rest of our stores for the next 3 months at Woolworth's. Its nice, there is undercover parking. On the way home we stopped for Subway and we went halves in a foot long.  I won't need dinner I thought.  I didn't either just as I thought.  They are very filling and a wonderful takeaway substitute to Macca's etc.  Fresh salads have to be better.

The impatient pooch

Coming home was fine till we got to  my own street corner.   I was yelled at by another driver and given the finger.  My nose had poked out too far at the give way sign.  It is a strange corner and it is not easy to see.  This was the reason for my cars placement as I don't flaunt the law.  I was feeling very crushed from this experience. 

We unpacked our huge days worth of shopping and sat down to a well needed cuppa and to get mauled by the dog who missed us as usual if both of us leave at once.

Images by Mezza - Unless otherwise specified

Stand still. The trees ahead and bush beside you are not lost.

 Albert Einstein 

                                                                                                                                                     

And one should remember that all who wander are not in fact lost as one might first jump this conclusion.  Many folk are just born to travel and other of us folks are born to stay rooted .   I give to you a poem from JRR Tolkeins / The Fellowship of the Ring

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

Urunga has many favorite places a weary traveller can take refuge for a short time while on their wanderings.  This morning I found some of these under the bridge.  

Image by Mezza - Campervans at Dawn in Urunga

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