sharehome wanted for yogi and poet, east-coast Australia

feature image by Irissiel

I am a poet and yogi looking for a sharehome with creative soul-minded people. I was born and raised in Adelaide, moved to Melbourne for a career in literary publishing, then travelled half the world only to find mySelf in Australia at Chenrezig Buddhist Institute, southeast Queensland.

I’m a 33-year-old male studying transpersonal psychology in his spare time and practising a hermetic/heuristic form of eclectic spirituality based on teachings from Nature, spiritual masters, literary geniuses and musical prodigies. It’s all dharma if we choose to see it that way. I’m looking for a place to live where I can set up home for the longish term, with people who are on the spiritual path, somewhere between southeast Queensland and south-coast New South Wales.

I guess you could say I’m a semi-confused, half-recovered former hippy-careerist: I stopped using drugs in January 2017; my head half-spontaneously sprouted dreadlocks in 2015; my Saturn Return started in 2013; I quit my job and started travelling in 2011; I’ve been a seeker of mystical truth since birth in Adelaide, 1983.

I’m looking for a sharehome that would ideally be drug- and alcohol-free, but knowing the creative soul-minded community, I appreciate this is … well, idealistic. A home characterised by moderation in moderation would be ideal.

I am a man of open mind, heart and spirit who loves to communicate thoughtfully and explore emotional sensitivity for its creative and transformative beauty. I work hard at being the best man I can be, and I tend to expect nothing less from the people I share my time and energy with. So I’m looking for a sharehome of progressive, compassionate, intelligent and creative people who are working on themselves to make the world a better place from within.

I live a life of simple material pleasures and intricate spiritual ones ~ above all I value and pursue the evolution of Consciousness. I observe celibacy as a spiritual practice and identify as non-binary / gender-neutral. I am currently weaning myself off tobacco and caffeine, with a view to establishing a yogic vegan diet by the beginning of 2018.

I currently receive unemployment benefits with a temporary exemption to give me some time to recover from depression without having to look for depressing menial work (which I have done my fair share of throughout the years). I’m doing really really well in the mental-health stakes, and I look forward to being self-employed again as a poet and healer by the beginning of 2018 while I continue studying Eastern psychology at dharma centres on the east coast.

I value honesty, trust and open communication. I am allergic to passive aggression, manipulation and self-righteous indignation. I embrace the differing lifestyles of others and I expect the same in return. For example, I prefer to have the dishes done before bed, but I don’t berate myself or others when this doesn’t always happen. I’m one for having rosters and rules we can break for a laugh.

I am a clean but not-exactly-tidy person ~ I value order-in-chaos, and cleanliness, but would prefer to share a home that is lived in rather than a house that is always impeccably clean and tidy. I love to cook and share food with home-mates. I love adventure ~ camping, trekking, cycle-touring and learning how to eat native weeds without going the way of Alexander Supertramp. I studied permaculture in 2015, discovering that I have a heartfelt affinity for soil and compost. I love to garden and salvage materials from building supplies to coffee grounds.

I love talking shit and having a cackle over a cup of tea in the morning. I also love getting my meditation practice done before I emerge into the home so my moods are not hanging out everywhere. I’m far less moody these days, since I purged a lot of demons in January.

^^^I am, clearly, an essayist as well as a poet.^^^ I will probably post this on my blog later 😀

waking up with Psophodes olivaceus

Camping as a full-time lifestyle choice, I spend so much time in nature that I sometimes take it for granted – of course I should wake every day in a luscious green glade on the fringes of this township!

But this morning the eastern Australian whip bird (Psophodes olivaceus) is especially active, four or five of them expressing their unique whip-crack call in every direction around me.

whip it real good!

Although I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen one in the flesh, I am inordinately fond of these birds, partly because they connect me with Dad’s fondness of all things native to Australia and, despite my renunciation ambitions (a contradiction of terms?), I still somewhat crave his approval, which I seek through understanding of our native environment, which happens to have become an in(ter)dependent interest.

But also and simply, they wake me up to the world around me, and I have a deep affinity with birds, which now leaves me wondering, unsurprisingly, whether these little creatures might be lead roles in the cast of spirits I feel are guiding me in this journey of spiritual adventure.

It’s a new moon again on Monday, the beginning of a new lunar quarter, and I was not entirely surprised to discover that this happens to coincide with another deep, inner, in(ter)dependent yearning to cease the computer work I’ve been labouring over this last week, and go into meditation for a long time, to recalibrate again to the natural rhythms that move within and without us.

It is a divine blessing to feel in tune with these rhythms, and I feel a twinge of sadness and regret when I wake up to the realisation I have spent even a moment taking this beautiful planet for granted, feeling grumpy or expecty or asleep.

But here I am: I am doing this, I am waking up; I am; we are; I have seen through the illusion that materialist society is the destination I should be happy we have arrived at, and I am thriving as a soul for having extracted myself somewhat from that maligned view

And this morning I have the eastern Australian whip bird to thank for reminding me that I remember who I am, that I come from (and am of) this earth, our mother and father rolled into (and out of) One. (And the older gentleman who just strolled past, reminding me with jokes that I am Welcome here: I am taking the shortest route around Australia by going anti-clockwise, because I am on the left-hand side of the road 🙂

I don’t even care that I just spilled milk (and muesli) on the nice clean blanket I was given at the op-shop! The willie wagtails are feeding on it now, and who can cry over spilled milk when the whip birds are whipping and the kookaburras are chuckling?

people on the journey of Consciousness

O. M. B.

What a day! What another What a day!

I left the bowlo to have a smoke break and let someone else use the computer for a change, went to the op shop across the road, looking for a large toy black dog, and not only did I find a large toy black dog, I found a small toy black dog of the same breed (Rottweilers), and I found these three beautiful people at the Vinnies.

Don is the one on the left

Rod is the one on the left

I told them i’m cycling Australia to raise awareness of depression, so they plied me with food and blankets and a pillow and a trekking backpack and a pure-wool jumper that fits perfectly and the bag was so full that Rod drove me out to the Fork where I’m camped and we talked about all the good stuff like how experiencing depression helps you come to value what’s actually worthwhile in life (the simple things, the beauty in everything) and when we talked we looked at each other in the eye, and then we had a cup of tea and we’re going to do some gardening work together, and then we hugged and the hug was Real.

And if that wasn’t enough, I went back to the bowlo and there was a woman here working on her Facebook page Pebbles for Nepal (they are sending water tanks to mountain people in Nepal, who have previously been spending their lives walking the mountains for water). We talked for hours and she took me to the Thai restaurant and shouted me papaya salad (which I’ve been craving since I got back from Thailand in 2012!) and we talked about the good stuff like how addiction is an affliction of the mind that can be dropped as quickly as a thought and how living in nature realigns us to the rhythms of life and how when kookaburras laugh in the middle of the day it means there’s rain coming.

I’m tired and over-stimulated and ranting now, because last night I was feeling intractably misanthropic and tonight, after today, my faith in humanity is restored because meeting with open-hearted philanthropy and simply simple loving kindness adds another node to the genetic memory that reminds me in times of misanthropy and other emotional hardships that yes, deep down, this species of semi-evolved apes is a wonderful wonderful development in the journey of Consciousness.

timmmmmmmmmbeeeeeer

I just heard a large branch or small tree falling in the bush behind where I’m camped. Of course I put my head out and looked at the bush directly behind me, as though such an appraisal could identify potentially fatal limbs or trunks, but anyway, i thought, “If it’s my time to go, I wouldn’t be unhappy that it was at the hands of nature.” I’m living the way i want to live, and to die living what I love would actually be kind of an honour.