The Birth Canal.

When I first started wanting to get out of the city I toyed with the idea of moving to the Blue Mountains, which are only an hour or two out of Sydney depending on how high up you’re going. I have a dear friend who lives there and she is part of an intensely creative community that I could have had heaps of fun with. As it was I did go up from time to time and even played Mother Earth in a ceremony for the Spring Festival in Katoomba.

These particular mountains are very rugged, the energies are full on and I had an opportunity to experience this very directly four years ago. The reason this has been on my mind is that I’m doing flamenco dance classes, and my shoulders are getting a big workout, as I sit here and write I can feel how sore they are in spite of regular stretching. They’re a vulnerable part of my anatomy, and the story of how that came to be began at a property in the Blue Mountains called Glastonbell.


It isn’t there anymore in that form, but I managed to get there a couple of times right at the end and it was on my second visit that I decided to accompany my friend on the Birth Canal walk. People had been exploring the place for twenty years and had discovered many sacred spaces, once a month they would gather in mediation and link with all the other sacred places around the world. It was an environment where the energies of the land were acknowledged and honoured, we would always stop the car at the entrance and ask permission to enter from the spirits of the land.

When I heard what the walk I had agreed to actually involved, I confess I had one of those moments of “Oh my God what am I getting myself into!”, but I knew if I didn’t do it I would wonder eternally what might have happened. There were three of us and we made our way down into a steep gully to where there was a creek. We stripped off our clothes and put everything we had brought with us into plastic bags, leaving us au naturale in nature, ready to be reborn.

So, naked as the day I was born, I set off down the creek into the great unknown! And so you can wait with bated breath for my next installment.


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