C4: The Bellingen Years, All about Trees 1982-1998

looking over the Bellinger valley to the sea from on top of the Dorrigo plateau.

looking over the Bellinger valley towards the sea from on top of the Dorrigo plateau.

 Life and Nature: Installment 4. Bellingen.

By the beginning of the 80s, city life had lost some of its spell, and movement was in the air again.

It was now time to go further north, and, after some hunting in the Bellinger Valley area, we found a wonderful place to live on the edge of the town, even though I had originally had impractical visions of going bush!.

Our up-market Emporium, and classic country pub.

The town’s up-market Emporium, and classic country pub. in the main street  –

It is a really charming little town SW of Coffs Harbour.  I had come to know it quit well during my visits to the Homeland community to its west in the Thora valley, and the Bundagen community to the east on the coast.

I was fortunate to be guided by a wise and helpful real estate agent, who sent me a note saying that he had found me  a home that, although it wasn’t what I thought I needed, would be just right for us.

Bellingen's tree-lined maiin street'

Just around the corner, one of the  tree-lined streets heading up the hill in the direction of our new home.

I was ever grateful for his perceptive advice –  (he subsequently became a long-serving and popular Mayor.)

The house was built well up on a hillside on the outskirts of the village

It was at least 100 years old even then, built of beautiful, strong timber, and with a wonderful aspect, looking across the homes and treetops towards Dorrigo mountain which we came to call Mara.

It was roomy and with scope for later renovation to meet our needs as they evolved over the years.

The violet tones of the huge jacaranda in front of the house captured towards sunset.

The violet tones of the huge jacaranda in front of the house captured towards sunset.

What really delighted me was the generous piece of land that it was built on – about 1-1/2 acres, and much more my style than the property of five or so isolated acres in the bush I had been looking at!!

It was a wonderful, wild garden and it was here that I would really come to know and enjoy living amongst splendid old trees.  They were the defining feature of the garden.

Years before, the well-known local doctor, who had been a great traveller and plant lover, had created a beautiful park-like garden in the hospital grounds just across the adjoining valley from us..

He had brought in seeds from around Australia and overseas, and also helped to distribute them throughout the town, including our new home on the hillside opposite

The huge Chorizia tree in bloom

The beautiful orchid-like flowers spreading  across the top of the huge Chorizia tree contrasting with a vivid blue sky above.

hospital hill.

The Queen of our garden was a magnificent rare tree which sheltered  the house.

I learned that its name was Chorizia speciosa and that it came from South America.

It was very tall and Its huge trunk was covered with large spiky thorns, said to protect the beautiful canopy of

The large orchid-like flowers created a brilliant umbrella-like canopy .

The large orchid-like flowers of the chrozia create a brilliant umbrella-like canopy .

large pink flowers which appeared every year or two from tropical predators.

An African Tulip tree, ‘the flame of the forest’  grew up beside it adding colour with its orange/red flowers.

Nearby to it, and not quite as tall was a tree gardenia, often covered in white

Blossoms of the headily perfumed tree gardenia

Blossoms of the headily perfumed tree gardenia

blossoms. Its perfume would waft right throughout the house.

 

Further down the garden was a magnificent forest-sized bunya pine, not a tree that you could safely sit under when the huge cones were ripe enough to fall.

There were flowering shrubs bigger and

Meg and Puss framed by a giant azaelia shrub

Meg and Puss framed by a giant azaelia shrub

older than I could have imagined – a great variety of azaleas for which the town is famous, as well as camellias, crepe myrtles, frangipanis  and others.

The tree guardian of the house, which I grew to love and appreciate, was one of the biggest camphor laurel trees I have seen. I loved the way its branches spread out over the back of the house, framing the view of the lower part of the garden through the glass wall of the living area.

The camphors are now so widely spread throughout the area that they are regarded as a weed to be eradicated. They are  beautiful trees and had served a useful purpose in earlier days, providing shade and holding the soil together along the banks of the creeks after the cedar loggers had stripped the land.

I have often felt uncomfortable listening to the continuing complaints levelled at various plants and wonder how it must feel to the spirit of a particular species experiencing the animosity coming from people saying they are just a weeds and how they hate them.

After all, it is no longer a secret that plants have feelings.
That great little book ” the secret life of plants” was a wake-up call in that respect.

An inquisitive possum peering into the living area from a safe vantage in the camphor laurel tree.

An inquisitive possum peering into the living area from a safe vantage point in the camphor laurel tree which lovingly sheltered the house.

One day, when thinking of the unpopularity of the camphor laurels in particular, it occurred to me to tune into the Camphor Deva — the nature spirit of the species — and ask if she would give me an example of a positive attribute (according to our way of judging things) that I could share with others which might help counteract some of the negative propaganda.

I wasn’t too sure what to expect, if anything, so I was delighted to hear a clear reply.

She told me that the camphor oil contained in the tissues of the tree – both leaves and limbs – had the property of absorbing negative radiation from the atmosphere.
She said that the pines and eucalypts did this is well.

Later, by chance, I heard that the atmospheric radiation reading in the Thora and surrounding valleys was lower than in most parts of the country.

30-10-2014 4;56;51 PMI was grateful to think that this should be so, and that I could pass this knowledge on to people who might be open to hearing it, and sharing the good news.

I thanked the deva for trusting me with this information and for being present in my garden, and resolved to communicate with these wise spirit beings more often.


Once we had settled in when I first arrived in Bellingen, I was keen to establish a veggie and herb garden like so many other new settlers had done, but I was discouraged to find that

A fine statue of the Lady Quan Yin, Mother of Compassion stands beneath a lovely frangiapani tree. Bower birds regularly visit the bird bath behind, & two china ducks pretend to feed near the sun-dial.

A fine statue of the Lady Quan Yin, Mother of Compassion stands beneath a lovely frangipani tree. Bower birds, both regency and satin, regularly visited the bird bath behind, & two china ducks pretend to feed near the sun-dial.   Black cockatoos loved to raid the bananas, and a family of kookaburras always gave me an early morning call!

the soil was very hard, and the very large tree roots had deprived it of much of its nutrition.

I settled for putting in my favourite herbs and some of the wonderful tropical fruit and nut trees that I was discovering, and learned to wait patiently till they began to fruit, and just be grateful for all the delightful corners throughout the garden that were happy to look after themselves.

Large community markets which were becoming popular provided us with a bountiful supply of fruit and vegetables and seedlings on a monthly basis, and local organically grown produce was on the increase.

As the years flew by, my life continued to become very rich and varied, as family and community life inevitably is, with its share of ups and downs.

Learning to paint was another activity that drew me much closer to nature.
???????????????????????????????????????It was something that I had always wanted to do but had continued to put off in the past.

and here is the result.My friend Audry is recognise by the long hair, Sandy the teacher beside her,and American Mary to the right

and here is the result. My friend Audrey is recognised by the long hair, Sandy our teacher beside her, with American Mary to the right. The bunya pine & the eucalypt in front of us soar up out of sight.

I was blessed with a couple of special teachers. This is our water-colour group, and here  am I painting the painters!

 

My version in oils of the Bellinger River and the Dorrigo Mountain

My version in oils of the Bellinger River and the Dorrigo Mountain which we came to call Mara.

I also joined another painting group who worked using oils.  We would set off every Wednesday morning to paint scenes of the countryside.

The Watercolour classes were often held out in the field as well.

Time flew by, and my holistic therapy practice grew,  group meditations expanded and building extensions were needed.

The Windgarden gradually developed into a little healing centre, both physically and spiritually, with lots of people passing through over the years.

. My relationship with nature expanded as I learnt to work in co-operation with the Devas — the spirits of the plant kingdom, and this lead on to vibrational earth healing and balancing work, both individually and in groups.

Like-minded friends would gather here together on a regular basis, and  in tune with the cycles of the moon and the four seasons, our earth working methods incorporating visualization, channelling and toning, learning as we went along.

one of many earth-working excursions in the 90's

one of many earth-working excursions in the 90’s, working to help repair the disturbed ley lines and restore balance to the landscape.

We learnt to use colour, light and sound as tools for both individual and planetary healing, both at the Windgarden and out in nature..

This was when working vibrationly with the crystal kingdom also came into play. as we learnt to make use of gem elixirs as well as flower essences in the healing work.

My collection of a variety of gemstones and quartz crystals grew, encouraged by a visit to the opal fields in 1986  and much time was consumed creating an extensive set of gem elixirs  as well as flower essences.

This focus served to deepen my understanding of the interplay between the plant and mineral kingdoms as the work became more subtle and interconnected with other modalities.

There were also the great excursions that we were guided to make together into the landscape, helping to restore it to balance by placing crystals back into the earth at appropriate energy points and  re-activating disturbed ley-lines. –  I received my first practical lesson in planting crystals from visiting ETs back in 1985.

Celebrating life together with friends and co-workers. mid '90s

Celebrating life together with friends and co-workers in the 
mid ’90s. and this often also involved  supporting one other through  life’s challenges,both socially and therapeutically.

This work was often followed by a gathering of friends and family out in the countryside. swimming, picnicking, singing and dancing.

Towards the end of the 90s, I hit a life-threatening health crisis.

I knew intuitively at the time that whether or not I survived the major surgery that was needed, it would be time to move on from Bellingen. There was no special logic to this realization  — It just was what it was!   what a way to complete the end of a centuary!

Marvelling at the fury of the Bellinger river floods with my lovely Mum as it races through the middle of little Bellingen!

Marvelling at the fury of the Bellinger river floods with my lovely Mum as it races through the centre  of little Bellingen!

And what an amazing time it had been over 17 years living in the Bellinger Valley  – lots of diverse and unanticipated experiences.

Looking back, I felt a deep gratitude to have been able to live in such a beautiful pocket of nature for so long.

I had slowly come to understand that Mother Earth regularly puts out a call to each of us who is willing to hear, asking us to seek out places to live where, consciously or otherwise, we can be of service in a guardianship role to the land and nature, rather than seeing ourselves as owning parts of it.

Experience had shown me that if we begin with that intention at the outset

when looking for a new home, we may be

13 Hill St. with an artistic For Sale sign out the front.

No. 13 Hill St. during Azalea week, with an artistically painted For Sale sign out the front. 1999. It took 9 months to sell!

pleasantly surprised to see where we end up!
Similarly, if and when our time feels complete in one area,, and that inner call comes to move on to other pastures, the transition can happen without regrets, even though we had felt contented where we were before.

Once I began to regain my strength after surviving the crisis, I felt drawn to search further north for a new home, not over the border into Queensland, but rather in the Northern Rivers area of New South Wales.

1-03-2015 8;20;07 PMI had already visited Byron Bay and other villages in the area several times.

Since gradually coming north I had felt much at home living in the sub tropics, relishing the rich greens of nature and the abundance of water, all of which contrasted with the dry planes of the Riverina in my early life –  though they too have their own beauty.

And so it was that a new phase of my life and learning was about to begin in a little village called Clunes in the Northern Rivers region of New South Wales …

Look out for the next chapter any time soon.

One thought on “C4: The Bellingen Years, All about Trees 1982-1998

  1. Pingback: Trees – time to get to know them better! | Elizabeth – Insights and Encounters

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s