Whoa . . . . .yes I was being rather presumptuous, assuming I would be welcome because I am a musician and storyteller.
And then Burunga Festival, where I recognised I am not feeling fit enough to embark on such an adventure alone and if I did, I would be scared of dying by myself along some deserted roadside. Not the prettiest picture.
I did more than recognise. . . . . I acknowledged I am scared of sitting in conversations with First Nations people because I don't know enough about their protocols to ensure I don't offend anybody.
I remembered then the reactions to my music and I am reminded I have a good heart.
Which leads me to recognise my loud mouthed bitch has a role to play in sharing truth And I cringe and pull faces and I have to acknowledge how, without structure and space for her voice to be heard, she/I becomes destructive. Kali - the destroyer Goddess.
Its been a reflective time, a time of confronting myself and seeing how I fight my own yearning to walk my talk.
So I have back-pedalled on becoming the travelling storyteller. While I am happy to travel, I would prefer to have the knowledge that I have somewhere to go home to with a comfortable bed, space to move around in and friends I can invite around to share a meal with.
I am hanging onto the intention with which I want to work and that is reflected in this song.
https://soundcloud.com/shelalagh/because-i-have-lovemp3
Thanks for and to those who support me and remind me to honour my gifts.
25/6/2015
