From Islands to the Mountains of the mind

Home: Tullah and Mt Murchison Western Tasmania

Well that’s the journey of the body… the mind is equally similar. There has been an amazing change of gear in lifestyle and purpose. My visit to Flinders Island was primarily to help my friend Marc through the after effects of a major spinal fusion operation. This rendered him unable to drive, lift or do many simple tasks, and then I helped him complete and move into his new home.

Since leaving in March for the island in the heat of summer, the world has gone from warm endless sunny days to the cold short reflective twilight of winter. Luxuriant emerald green and vibrant colours of summer have given way to sombre greys and browned frost nipped khakis of winter rains. The difficulties of summer have fallen like the leaves of the denude apple and silver birch out my window, seeming like a distant bad dream. There has been much time for quiet contemplation in the windswept empty wilds of Flinders Island. An isolated little bay gazed upon by the ancient granite peaks of Killiecrankie insight of the loom of the Craggy Island Light. On a remote island of the coast of a remote island Tasmania, in the southern tip of the habitable world.

Killiecrankie Bay Flinders Island Tasmania

The pervading sea breezes have swept through the streets of the soul a different mood, and a lighter clearer air. A growing depth of inner calm and contentment has permeated my being like the saline wind on those timeless wind-worn shores, and changed its pallet to a slightly different hue. There is a feeling of great inner liberation that my tiny world on that island-in-a-sea-of-storm has allowed an inner calm to grow and dwell. In those quiet moments of reflective solitude, momentarily the world stops and ceases to move, there reigns a moment of complete and timeless bliss. There was no one magic moment but many myriad moments linked now in the mind. They are indeed impossible to captivate or even describe, but moments of increasing realisation that give the perception of a whole.

I am intrigued now to see how these feelings will mellow and mature. It’s wise now to take the time to just carry on with my life here and see what kind of wine from them will be distilled.

Arrival

Well it’s been many days now since I last sat down and put thoughts to pixels. It’s been a long journey back from the islands of Bass Strait to the rainforests of Western Tasmania….. and home. Geographically the two places are some 300 km apart… not a great distance but the geography, flora, fauna and history could not be more different. Tasmania is a very diverse island. We are on the Western or windward side in the teeth of the Roaring Forties here, with nothing west of hear till one goes two thirds the way around the globe to hit the bleak shores of Patagonia!

Here we are subject to the full force of the endless prevailing lows and rain-bearing westerlies from the Indian and Great Southern Oceans. Flinders Island lies in the lee of this mountainous island and much of this easterly bound moisture is squeeze from the atmosphere leaving only a very drying wind. After only 260 mm of rain year-to-date precipitation on Flinders Island I come back to Tullah where such an amount he had in just the last month. The sun is hibernating and the frost has been biting deep while I have been away, leaving a very different aspect and mood over life. It creates much more a feeling of hibernation and deeper instrospection on a different level

I watch the tiny cloud....

I woke to day to see the mist curling around the peak of My Killiecrankie... in long lazy swirls pink-red swirls of dawn. The valley below layered in strips of mist giving it a very ethereal quality. I love to watch clouds, the beauty is so transient, forever evolving changing, and as quickly as they are formed they pass on.... to fall as rain, sleet or snow, or peter out into the blue of the heavens... It keeps me forever mindful of changes within my own life, and how the solidarity and permanency is so much of an illusion.

My own life will change again in just 3 days when I leave these wonderful islands in Bass Strait and head back to my own little paradise in the dark cool lush rainforests, lakes and mountains of Western Tasmania. Here in a very different wilderness life will take on a different hue, not only because of the radically different geography flora and fauna, but its a very different community that I live in. Back to old friends and familiarities that have long defined my own identity for me. These things though are never fixed, and must remain fluid to grow. There is a change in the wind, and I am hoping to return to these islands to live full time as soon as conditions will allow later in the year. The change will be good and I can see great new areas of growth for me. My heart will always have a fond home in the mountains of Western Tasmania, that chapter in my life is far from over, but simultaneously a new chapter has opened. There are many new powerful energies in my life and I deliciously wait to see where they will take me. Here are a few words of mine that I feel say it all. Rhuari

I WATCH THE TINY CLOUD......
I watch the tiny cloud,
take leave of the shrouded summit,
a wispy-white flowing mane,
liberated,
shedding tears of snow,
in untold joy,
into the shadowed darkness of the vale,
The ultimate state of freedom,
is to transcend from a mere moral state,
of earthly cyclic existence,
like the cloud,
............... break free,
of artificial concepts of ego,
and "What am I",
exist in pure essence of spirit,
to observe as part of the whole,
with a detachment of being everything,
everywhere,
yet being nothing at all ..................

An ancient land - Xanthorea australis and Mt Boyes Flinders Island

Flinders Island is an ancient landscape of time worn granite mountains and their alluvial silts and sands from way back into Devonian times in geological history. Much of the vegetation is Jurrasic in origin that has evolved little. Many of the life forms here, both flora and fauna are very primitive and seemingly trapped in a time warp. This "Yakka Gum" or "Grass Tree" is such an anomally that is common in the coastal heath of Flinders Island, dating back to Australians very ancient history as part of ancient Gondwanaland.

yet more shadows over shadows

Here in the cemetery of Wybalenna there are now few marked graves and even fewer with legible or known histories. On this head stone is the touching story of Margaret Monohan and here two tiny young children. As if taken from the pages of some pulpy Victorian melodrama, she and her 2 children drowned while disembarking the Colony of Van Diemans Land (Tasmania) on HM Brig the Tamar in 1840. Her petticoat was caught while boarding a dinghy to go ashore, capsizing the boat plunging her into the sea with here two young children, with none surviving.

Life in those days was extremely hard in a way we have little understanding of today, in the West at least. However what is truly sad is the thought of all the hundred of Aboriginals that died of disease and heart break at that very same graveyard in that same period, almost all their lives go unremember and marked. What was even worse was the way many of the bodies were desecrated after they were buried for the purposes of "science" and ghoulish curiosity. This antagonism to the aboriginal race has carried on into even very recent times. Its amazing to think then how selective we are about the value of life. Daily we hear of yet another bomb blast in Palestine or Iraq and tens of people killed and maimed, but should one Australian go missing the whole world will stop. Even very topically this last week with the terrorist bomb blasts of trains in Mumbai India, with a total of some nearly 200 deaths goes almost unnoticed by the media. While the blast some year ago in London with a fraction of the deaths the world seemed to stop. How is it we seemingly value human lives so differently depending on the race, creed or religious belief, aren't we all just one and the same?

An Echidna crossing the road today
oblivious to the world passing it by

Shadows over Shadows - Wybalenna Graveyard Flinders Island

Shadows over Shadows..
fleetingly appearing
growing swiflty to pass,
enigmatically disappearing,
a transient silhouette
of a once living distant past Rhuari

This rather hauntingly beautiful spot I have talked about previously I visited again yesterday, and everywhere one looked there were shadows, literal and figurative. Its always a solitary place bleak with a stiff breeze and the whisper of voices of the wind in the she-oak needles. Here rest the souls of many of the last of the Tasmanian Aboriginal race and many early settlers.

There are so many stories in that small piece of land. My mind wanders to bring of vision of what the might be. Most of the graves are unmarked, only noticeable as a shadow on an archaeologists scan, or as a shadows over Tasmania's colonial past. A place of quiet contemplation that I return to again and again.....

living within our means

These ancient granite boulders are the hallmark for the Furneaux Islands and part of the East Coast of Tasmania. With their time-worn rounded appearance, and in coastal positions vibrant orange and pastel green lichens. These lichens live within a very narrow ecosystem, an extremely challenging environment just above high water mark, drenched by waves or salt spray, baked by ferocious sun and ultraviolet light in summer and often encrusted in salt crystals. In winter they are lashed by the icy waters of Bass Strait and savage gales. They live in a very narrow margin, just above the hig water mark in an intertidal zone very hostile to life. Lichens are a truly ancient life form, a very simple organism but extremely hardy. This brilliant orange is almost iconic to these islands and naturally provides a brilliant contrast to the the aquamarine and turquoise blues of the sea.

The brilliant lichens scream at me of the delicate balance of nature, of how we must endeavor to live with our own means and in harmony within the greater environment that we are a part of. The effects of global warming and rising sea levels even by a few centimetres, could wipe these organisms away, or force them to higher ground. Many of the Furneaux Islands are low lying and any change in mean sea level will have a very marked effect with shallow seas and low lying land. This can be seen in times of severe gales with rogue waves penetrating the dunes or over washing over some islands. As humans today, we live in a increasingly frantic world driven by consumerism. We have a quenchless thirst for energy, minerals, land and indeed the habitat and livelihood of many of the organisms that we share the planet with, and intern help to sustain us. When will we, like the orange lichen learn to live sustainably within our means?

the golden path in a moment of bliss and ecstacy

Then end of a perfect day over Emita, and many hours of labour over a paint brush but with this kind of view and inspiration .. who cares!

Lazy clouds above Castle Rock

What an ideal day to just relax and meditate upon the last remaining lazy clouds day-dreaming there way across a warm-winter turquoise sky. After the storm it has left a different mood and aspect upon my world. My time on Flinders Island is up for now, in one week I will be leaving these wonderful islands in Bass Strait to return to my old life in the mountains and lakes of Tasmania's West Coast. I am so lucky from one paradise to another. There winter is in full swing, the mountains very pensive and moody, often snow capped or drenched in cloud, the vegetation lush and vibrant rainforest dripping with water everywhere you look.

There are many new adventures about to unfold and where they take me I will be delighted to find. I have discovered a new energy within in the last few weeks, a new creative outlet for my passions and this blog has been all part of that. I have for a long time had several "books" and "stories" in my head that I wish commit to the written word. Its is now indeed time to make that happen. How truly delicious life can be! Rhuari

I WATCH THE TINY CLOUD......

I watch the tiny cloud,
take leave of the shrouded summit,
a wispy-white flowing mane,
liberated,
shedding tears of snow,
in untold joy,
into the shadowed darkness of the vale,
The ultimate state of freedom,
is to transcend from a mere moral state,
of earthly cyclic existence,
like the cloud,
............... break free,
of artificial concepts of ego,
and "What am I",
exist in pure essence of spirit,
to observe as part of the whole,
with a detachment of being everything,
everywhere,
yet being nothing at all ..................
Rhuari Hannan

...... a storm out of the East.

The storm raged out of the East last night , bringing with it gales in gusty squalls, at last the rain. We have had a total of some 85 mm in one nice soaking go, its really been not since freak storms in January we have had any quantity like this. I can almost hear the trees sigh withe relief, and hear the soft gurgle as the water tanks overflow.

The energy it brought with it was very different, even a little unsettling in this area where westerlies contstantly howl and all before it bows to the East in reverence to it. The wind from the east brought also a stranged flattened sea to Marshall Bay, in the lee of the wind and only small wavelets where dancing on the beaches edge in this wavy line ..... Yet another day with the paint brush and tomorrow a rest and chance to really walk the beach and enjoy the stillness and contemplative quiet alone and hear the roar of the big Easterly swell.

......rain fell upon the sea,
like wasted
untasted joy..........
upon the land it was welcomed
quenching deliciously
with earthy jubulilant hands

The return of rain.... Mt Killiecrankie under a gathering storm...

It was a strange night, the relatively warm Nor'wester backed to a chill and clammy Nor'easter, the smell of rain was in the air and a table cloth of cloud enveloped Mt Killiecrankie and Mt Blyth. All day the cloud hung around and the humidity increased as did the chill. At first there were just tiny droplets of a scotch mist then drizzle, and with a few dancing gusts the rain came tumbling out of the east... This silvery scene is the view from my window.

Drought is very much part of the Australian landscape and specially this part of the world. For many tens of thousands of years these islands have long been a very dry place. Their position in the lee of the prevailing westerly gales, is in the rainshadow of the major peaks of Tasmania. Only the remnants of these westerly storms, having spent the fluid rage on the ancient Precambrian monoliths of the West Coast and the Jurassic high plateau gets to water these lands of well worn Devonian Granite and limestone. However their exposed position in the middle of Bass Strait between Tasmania and the Australian mainland means they experience more than their fair share of wind. The evaporo-transpiration rate or the loss of rainfall due to wind/sun evaporation is extremely high, which much of the west coast and many of the island constantly blanketed in a shroud of salt laden spray. This area during the last iceage was just part of the giant "Bassian Plain" that connected Tasmania and Australia. During this period it was very barren windswept sandy expanse with these islands being the only small mountains in a flat very dry bitterly cold area of grassy steppes. This are would have been a cold desert then very similar to that of the plains of Patagonia in Southern Argentina.

The rain has returned and I can hear the trickle on the tin roof and the drip drip falling into the tanks now becoming a constant gush, the clouds have swallowed Mt Killiecrankie in their humid blanket and the scene now turned and inky black... I am finished with the paint brush for another day ..... A few of my words... about what has man has done to further hasten climate.. change...

The Green House Land of Hot House Humans

Scorching sun melts the air,
whisping smoke rose from the sullen seared plain,
rain had not fallen,
...... had rain ever fall since remembered time?
That haunting winds always burning,
petrified black-charred stumps,
choking in an understory of inert grey ash,
the shell of an enghosted once mighty forest.
In meandering stream beds,
only blowing dust and death flows,
glaciers that once loomed large then vanished,
leave behind in their wake,
a deeply scoured grave of arid shattered stone,
those razor-beams of sunlight,
mercilessly lacerate the land,
in invisible ultraviolet,
even the emerald lakes have now become,
just giant festered soars,
of shrinking mud and stinking slime.
Did I dream,
knee-deep green grass once dwelt here?
but beneath the drifting sand,
cant I hear the water flow?
Why?
Why didn't we stop the poisoning of the air,
the warming of the land,
the rising and silting of the sea,
the piercing of that invisible membrane in the sky,
letting in those fierce cancer rays,
fingers of death,
with extinction and destruction following,
in their path.
Man and only man,
in wanton greed and selfishness,
is bringing about the annihilation of life on earth,
and even the death of his own kind,
but even in hindsight,
would we do it,
in the name of "progress:,
..............just the same?

Rhuari Hannan Oct 88 Comalco Bell Bay TASMANIA

..... in memory of forgotten rain - Flinders Island

Perceptions.. our Craggy Island on a stormy sea ..

Perceptions..
What an interesting day today.. in world events and in my own head. My thoughts focus on the comparitive ease that humans are able to recalibrate their own minds to new circumstances, and how our judgements can only be made relative to what experiences we have had or in fact not had. Perception is truly a very faulty way of any kind of comparison or relative importance of things. At the moment we are suffering from a "Green Drought". Its winter hear in Tasmania, and real rainfalls are way way below normal, the green that we can see is only from the dew and scattered showers we have had. After a large number of well below normal rainfall years certain locals have recalibrated themselves to not realise that it is in fact extra ordinary. Climatic change or natural variability comes in time scales usually well beyond any human comprehension in decades or centurys or even millenia.

Today was a black day indeed in the Middle East with the Israelis bombing quite heavily Lebanon and the very complex web of balances that involves. This has ramifications well beyond these two countries.. its about Palestine, Syria, Iran, the West... Islam, Zionism...and the Christian west. When you take into account the extreme violence that is going on in this region on a daily basis, and compare it to the recent race riots in Cronulla Sydney, and our differening reactions it shows how selective the mind can be. So many of our problems in Australia compared to 95% of the world seem like such a storm in a teacup. These riots that rocked Australia are a minor if not daily event for so much of the world its business as usual for us its a sign of something truly serious.

On a very local level, but thinking globally, listening to locals on Flinders Island here talking about "great problems, or the "chaotic way" people behave in this peaceful paradise seems truly incongrous when you compare in any shape or form to the daily problems of the vast majority of the world. The lesson to be gleaned from this surely then is to keep a global perspective in whatever seems to trouble our minds and lives and find a more accurate yard stick to see if our reactions and reactions are justifiable. In doing so we can maintain a much more balanced harmonious state of mind. Its such a tragedy using this yardstickm, to see the typically human trait of not knowing when we are really very well off. The more we have the more we want. Here in paradise it is exceedingly sad to see how many can be so unhappy so depressed so down troden when there is such an abundance of tools at our disposal for true happiness and to enjoy what we truly have. Like I believe about my own life.. the glass is not indeed half full... the cup runneath over .... Rhuari

Flotsam from the sea....

and the stormy has passed.....

Today was a truly sublime day... The burnt out ends of the storm all but gone... Across the turquoise and azure sea settled a calm, witha gentle lapping of the waves on Marshall Beach. Just a slow mantric rhythm very soothing and belying the vengeance of the storm that had past. This again emphasizes the impermanent nature of all things... how things change so rapildy from one state to the other. As I sat on the deck looking at at this tranquil temperate scene, the radio forecast spoke of predictions of a return to gales and and heavy westerly swells in the coming days, and yet more change...

It was a busy contemplative day, on the end of the paint brush and also thinking of all the incredible events of the past 2 1/2 yrs where I feel I have lived several lifetimes. So many things that define my life have changed, from an existence in a tiny hole-in-the-wall flat in Central London with weekend trips to many exotic Continental destinations, to sitting here now with a wet paintbrush and half a cup of coffee on an very isolated island on the other side of the world gazing upon endless soothing sea. This big change is very much for the better. I can now feel the beginnings of many new adventures but of a very different kind to those of the previous decades. A journey not so much tied up with exotic locations and experiences but more a journey inside the mind in the little island haven in a sea of storm...... Rhuari

Castle Rock and Marshall Bay
at Emita Flinders Island in yesterdays Storm

Well today is a day of introspective painting at my mate Marc's house new house. We are hoping 2 have the job done by the end of the weekend so he can move in next week. This is the wonderful view the house which has a great glass front. Its a constant meditation of sea, sky, waves, clouds and always the thunderous rhythmic roar from the sea. The weeks violent storms have now abated somewhat as the wind has swung around to a very icy Sou'Westerly direction. This view in full storm was take yesterday. Like so many places on this island this a power-place of great beauty and energy. However lurking behind that beauty is some horrible tragedy. On the beach in the background was the Wreck of the George Marshall in the mid 1800's where over a 100 souls drowned, and not doubt it was in weather like this.

Further to the west at Wybaleena on Settlement point is a very eerie site. The forlorn chapel and graveyard belie that this place was in fact the site of what many in Australia consider genocide. Here the remaining Tasmanian aborigine's (a very distinct race separated from Australia for 9,000 yrs) were rounded up and placed in this settlement by one Augustus Robinson. The bleak climate, disease and social disinterestedly and simply a broke spirit dwindled the number from some 300 to a handful in a few years. The few remaining were then taken to the south of Tasmania where the decline continued to the death of the last full blooded aboriginal Trugannini. This site now belongs to the Tasmanian Aboriginal community and has a very special presence of its own.

Amongst all this beauty as I paint today is the knowledge of this human tragedy, this emphasizes the deception of visions before our eyes.. Things are not what they seem this place of great beauty and peace to my eyes and soul was the absolute living hell for many that have come before me. I ponder how others will look upon this place of the following millennia. Its a humbling experience and a realization of how solitary our journeys in life are and how are perceptions are always clouded by our own experiences. This place will always BE.... In its forever changing form. Now to follow is this same scene on a warm sunny summers day......

Peter Hannan - My Dad at 35 in Trinidad West Indies

This poem to follow it what i wrote for my father on his death of Asbestosis at home on 10 Jan 2004. This is read out at the funeral. The words today ring so clear and deeply to me. He was a very special man indeed and miss him greatly. I remember so clearly us anchoring in this very bay of here at Killiecrankie on Flinders Island. He would so love the fact that I am living here today and the adventures that I am having in my life. I know for a fact he is here in sprit..... My thoughts are with him today as I walk along the stormy beach.

The Old Man and the Sea
The Very Last Farewell

Time to way anchor for the very last time,
Storm clouds mount over seas of frantic spray and foam.
Deep down below dwell the weedy caverns,
Of Neptune’s home of aqueous blue
Scudding squalls leave the heavens washed out
As rags in weary battleship-greys
No Fair-Weather-Sailor
You’re ready for that final voyage home
All born as islands we must now go on alone,
In life’s sea of storm
Bathing now in your love for her eternal,
As the phosphorescent maelstrom
That sparkles joyous silver upon the inky swell
The albatross
The mariner’s curse
Hangs menacingly in a streaky cirrus sky
Wave upon Wave
Crash upon ancient stones as each abrasive year
That love and the sea run as blood through your veins
I bid you adieu my love,
For the very last farewell

Rhuari Hannan 10 Jan 2004

Sigríðr Aðalbjörg on the rocks at Killiecrankie Flinders Island windswept

Another day of gale to storm force winds reaching up to 55 knots offshore.. The sea looks so angry with rabbid foam and really fills me with quite an electric energy. Wind is very much part of the soul of these islands everywhere you look everthing is moulded by the wind, and tortured into shape by the pervasive westerlies.

The sea has been in my viens all my life. My father was a Marine Engineer and spent many years plying the waters of the North Atlantic in troop carrying ships at the end of WW 2 and afterwards in various ships such as the Queen Mary and even an old sister ship to the Titanic. Sadly its the asbestos from the engine rooms that killed him some 50 yrs later. I cannot fail to think of Dad when i look at the sea now. He had my sailing before i could walk...

Most of my childhood holidays where spent in our yacht sailing the myriad of islands around the Tasmanian coast. That is where my love of Flinders Island in The Furneaux Group started. Its now a delight to look over Killiecrankie Bay here and think of those childhood memories from 30 years ago. It will be amazing to live here full time soon and something that i wish i could share with my dad.....

The Storm is Raging....

Ramblings on a very wild and stormy day....

Random .. intuitive and chaos.. are three words in the Modern Western world that are greatly feared and loathed! More and more in our neatly ordered society we try to control, manipulate and contrive. We hate the unexpected in a world growing more and more complex. The desire to destroy any form of chaos and place a hard rigid order to keep things in check. What an illusion this all is! Our growing arrogance and feelings of superiority that we are no longer part of nature that its entirely there at our disposal to manipulate in whatever way suits our interests best. I am very adaptive to change and realize the temporary nature of all things, and our reactions as a society today are more and more reactionary, often narrow in insight and often quite irrelevant in outcome

Our governments work in similar reactionary ways, dictated by obsessive fears and phobias rather than really concentrating on issues that really determine the quality of existance for man and all other centient objects and living organisms. Nothing is more classic than the "War of Terror". We are spending countless billions on this intangible fear, in a world dictated by the irrational . Little do we realise we are "polishing the silver as the Titanic goes down". We pay total lip service to the real causes of death destruction and pain.. such as poverty, climate change, pollution, environmental destruction. They are to big to complex and dont require simplistic band aid solutions, they involve a total rethink in the way we live our lives and react to the world we live in. Its easy then to find scapegoats in this reactionary world.. the Bin Ladins.. rather than the underlying causes of disenfranchisement, alienation anger and frustration at the big picture. How many die from Terrorism in the West compared to getting in the car to go to the supermarket everyday, yet most at totally fearless when we get behind the wheel. A visit to Sub Saharan Africa.. or the Indian Subcontinent is a classic case of living chaos... the psyche is much more capable in that cultural system with its beliefs steeped in the philosophies of Buddhism, Hinduism and even true Islam! at being able to deal with it all. .. Inshallah... god willing (doesnt that say it all ... much is in the lap of the gods rather than tiny egos trying desperately to determine an outcome.
I have a strong right hemispheric dominance and strong visual preference .. i suppose in my own chaotic manner I never really thought of myself as an artist.. or in terms on any label really. I have been just happy 2 "be". I suppose I dont make the distinctions in my own head about my creative and artistic abilities.. they are just part of the whole just another form of expressing myself. Being a very sensual communicative and demonstrative being it just finds myriad ways of expressing itself. My organizations skills are like wise seemingly very unstructured. This total lack of regard for convention makes many dispair and uneasy as i just "dont quite fit" as so much of my life is seemingly random, chaotic and intuitive in its approach. They are skills long since lost that our Judeao-Christian belief system and its seemingly more and more remote abstract distant and irrelevant institutions have ingrained upon us. We have lost touch with who we are and what we really need ... and the consumeristic juggernaut powers on swallowing us whole creating a reactive world, not one that that is intuitive.
We live in a world today that worships speciality and narrowing converging goals. I have always bucked the trend to be able to multi task and simultaneous operate on several different planes at once and to have a practical and adaptive intelligence and optimize any situation rather than specific and narrow approach. This enables the ability to deal with the random.. the intuitive and chaotic and to think totally out of the square that we are constantly pushed into. My own nagging medical condition Multiple Sclerosis is by its very nature chaotic and often its effects seemingly only have tenous connections to action and reaction. This requires a very intuitive and rapid response to the chaos it provides. A life that is neatly ordered planned and contructed quickly falls apart under such conditions, requiring constant adaptation and creative reorganization and often a simple ability to just let go, and go with the flow. To ride out the storm and let go.. be abandoned to the chaos and the random, feeling secure in the idea you have the emotional and spiritual skills to deal with whatever may transpire.. For me simply ..... Living-is-Art!

Hello there from remote and wonderful Flinders Island. For those that interested for extensive look at the passions and interest of my life have a look at my webpage http://www.wandering-albatross.com

For my photo gallery in the wonderful group of islands please go to http://www.geocities.com/flinders_island.

I have lived most of my life on the wild island of Tasmania on the edge of the Great Southern Ocean and rim of the Pacific, somewhere just south of Australia and north of the Antarctic. This is my little corner of cyberspace. I have left many times to journey around the world on fascinating voyages of discovery of both the inner self and the wondrous world I live in.

I love a natural earthy life of connectedness, openness, and HONESTY foremost to one's self and then others. I am romantic, with a poetic nature and love of realism. I am deeply passionate, also sensual, demonstrative and creative along with the idiosyncrasies that go with that! My connection with nature means I am a keen botanist, skier, hiker, sailor, traveller, full time nomad, writer (mostly poetry), who also enjoys philosophy, spirituality (Tibetan Buddhism is close to my belief of the nature of the world). Basically I have a real thirst for life and experience. I also love , foreign people from exotic places, open mindedness, sensitivity and intimate communication of substance, being deeply connected with my earthy Capricorn nature. Follow the links on the left or click on the pictures on this page to find out more about the passions of my life. Being true to my nomadic roots I am embarking on a new life and adventure, in my beloved home Tasmania, and will wait and see where life's journey takes me to next........