This is my very last post from Australia. On Sunday at 10.30pm I shall be boarding a flight on Emirates Airlines at 10.30pm to fly to Dubai. We are going to have a one night stay to get over the 10.5 hour flight, and on Tuesday 21st February we’ll be leaving Dubai at 8.15am, again on Emirates, for the flight to Larnaca Airport in South Cyprus which arrives at 10.15am.  The flight is four hours as there is a two hour time zone difference. Our taxi is booked to take us to North Cyprus, to the eco-village of Buyukkonuk, where we have rented a lovely, traditional Cyprus house.  The village is on the Karpaz Peninsula, one of the last pristine wilderness areas in Europe, and is close to turtle hatching grounds.










I have spent close to forty years in Australia and this is a bitter-sweet moment for me.  I have loved my time here and made absolutely wonderful friends.  But  now we are moving closer to family in the UK as England and Scotland are readily accessible from Cyprus.  Also the climate is what we are accustomed too after so many years in Australia. I intend to hold low-cost courses incorporating aspects of the eco-village culture, and the courses will include:

Purplicious Passion Party – working with astrology, art, dance, creative visualisation and nature visits to connect with your authentic self and your purpose in life.

Mandala Art – working intuitively to create rainbow, magical art in circles which are healing for yourself and loved ones. No experience necessary.

Intuitive Art – playing around with various mediums to connect with your intuition and create from your Inner Goddess. Again, no experience necessary.

Intuitive Tarot – activating your intuition to work with Tarot images through art, creative visualisation and dance, to give Tarot readings for spiritual and emotional guidance.

So I’ll wind up with “Hasta La Vista” as my next post will be from North Cyprus. Watch this space!




I don’t know how many of you have heard of the poem by Jenny Joseph, Warning – When I am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple. Great poem. I have the purple gear but I’ve never found a red hat, although I’ve kept my eye open for one which suited me. No luck until I came to stay with friends and went swimming. The sun is very strong in Perth, Western Australia, and there was a lovely RED HAT just waiting to protect my head while I was swimming. So here are a couple of pics of me finally in a red hat and I had purple in my swimming costume too.  How good is that?

And here’s the poem if you haven’t already seen it!

Warning – When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple

By Jenny Joseph




When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple

with a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

and satin candles, and say we’ve no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired

and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

and run my stick along the public railings

and make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

and pick the flowers in other people’s gardens

and learn to spit.


You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

and eat three pounds of sausages at a go

or only bread and pickles for a week

and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.


But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

and pay our rent and not swear in the street

and set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.


Years ago I was fairly conventional until I moved to a small country town in South-East Queensland, Boonah, where I underwent a seachange. Or rock change, perhaps, as we were inland, nowhere near the sea and our town was in a sort of basin surrounded by Mountains. The region is called the Scenic Rim and is really beautiful.

I suddenly connected with rocks, stones and crystals and could see faces in rocks. Quite easily, much to my surprise and shock.  Sometimes it’s easy to see faces. When you drive up the coast of Queensland past Brisbane and come to the Glasshouse Mountains, you can clearly see an Aboriginal face on the south side of one of the mountains and it’s quite benign. When you get to the other side, you can also see an Aboriginal elder face which looks much sterner.

This is all leading up to recent times, our selling our home and staying in a motel in Coffs Harbour prior to flying to Perth in Western Australia. On our wall was a photo of The Three Sisters rock formation in the Blue Mountains behind Sydney. I had to take a photo from the side as the flash obscured the painting’s details.

But I can clearly see in the middle face a female Buddha face, on the far face on the right a rather pugilistic looking face, and to the left a piggish looking face which looks quite glum.

And here’s the good thing – for the first time, when I got my husband to look, he could see the faces too!  I have a convert!!!!!!

Here’s the painting face on below, it’s a wonderful rock formation, and the name Three Sisters comes from an Aboriginal Dreamtime story. I had to edit it slightly which obscures the faces on the side a bit but I’d just recommend, next time you’re passing through rocky, mountainous terrain, keep your eyes open for faces in the rocks.  If you’re aware and open to a higher awareness, you’ll be rewarded with faces looking back at you as the rock spirits open up to your invitation to show themselves.