Well, I started out crafting a post about Yule and how I spent last Sunday night, but as happens so often to writers, things took an unexpected turn. It’s not so much that writing this post went somewhere I didn’t expect; it’s that my Yule itself went somewhere I didn’t expect – plus every time I sat down to write this entry, a whole new point in the argument opened up. Because on Sunday, instead of having a regular, run-of-the-mill pagan Sabbat celebration like so many others before it, I ended up confronting the very deep question of how I, as a vegan, can continue to be so devoted to a spiritual path that revolves around the glorification of hunting, something I greatly disapprove of.
Before I talk about Mercury retrograde, I just have to stop and acknowledge this: my little baby site is all launched and up and running! I can hardly believe it.
When I set out to build the Lost Lemurian three months ago I never dreamed it would take this long to complete. It has actually taken longer than three months. Closer to six. I have had the vision in mind since October or November last year, worked out my site plan in December and started writing articles in January. Three months ago was when I actually started building the site, going through the nitty gritty of design and testing.
Mike and I had only been in Fiji a few days when we heard it. We were sitting in the poolside restaurant at the Bedarra Beach Inn, enjoying our meals against a backdrop of clinking glasses and the roar of the ocean across the road. We were deep in conversation when, out of nowhere, our ears were suddenly filled with a beautiful chorus that emanated from out of the hotel’s lobby.
In 1967, the Australian author Joan Lindsay released her deeply mysterious novel, “Picnic At Hanging Rock”. In 1975 the story was turned into a film directed by Peter Weir, and it went on to win many awards, including a BAFTA. The film is now regarded as one of the most iconic pieces of Australian cinema ever created. It manages to draw viewers in with its enigmatic plot: Students living at a prestigious girls’ boarding school in rural Australia visit the rock formation on Valentine’s Day, 1900. Several of the girls and a teacher disappear amongst the silent and creepy stones. They are never seen again.
When I first travelled to Cambodia in 2012, I had a really clear intention for how I wanted to spend my time there. I wanted to explore the temples around Siem Reap and immerse myself in Cambodia’s ancient history. But when it came to it’s tragic modern history, I didn’t think I would be able to handle it.
One thing that I loved so much about Angkor Wat is that, despite it being huge, it is full of intricacies. For me, this is what made it so impressive; I can’t even begin to imagine the dedication and resources that it must have taken to create a building of such sheer size with such attention to detail.
There is definitely no shortage of posts about the Great Ocean Road out there! Considered one of the world’s great drives, this stretch of coastline west of Melbourne, Australia is promoted more than any other location in the state of Victoria.
By now I’ve advised you like 50 times that if you’re going to visit Angkor Wat you should allow a really long time to see it thoroughly. In part, this is because it’s frickin huge. But it’s also because it’s filled with endless attention to detail.