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My Happy Place – Jumbullah – Mt Kembla

The Grandfather Mountain

I love walking on this mountain.(left)  This composition reflects the feel of my happy place in Dharawal Country: the top of the Grandfather Mountain, Jumbullah, also known in English as Mt Kembla located near Wollongong in Illawarra.

Jumbullah The Grandfather Mountain

An Invigorating Experience

Two male kangaroos flanked the dog in my dream and since then my judgment has become more gentle. Read More

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Mt Kembla , My Happy Place, Wollongong Hikes
To the Top

I woke up one morning eager to discover new music in nature. I looked around and from Corrimal beach I saw the Grandfather Mountain, Mt Kembla and said to  myself:  “Yes I need to walk on the top there”

I climbed the mountain and went off track exploring the hidden rocks, rainforest, listening to the lyrebirds and other creatures of the bush.

It was a refreshing experience and I brought home some guests, my arch-enemy the leech. Luckily the pharmacist knows what to give me to avoid infection as I get a strong allergic reaction to them.

Once recovered, I went back to the mountain as I was fascinated by what I saw. I could feel a mountain protecting the Grandmother Mountain Geera from the South, I could also see the lust valleys to the north.  It is an invigorating bush.

My Dream

I needed to digest all that I had seen and had a dream where I was walking on the mountain with my aboriginal friend who was telling me all that I could do or not, and my dog, which represents the good guy in me that says yes to everyone to keep them happy.

I suddenly was flanked by two big male kangaroos and they chased off my dog. I looked forward and I could see a mob of kangaroos and I raced towards them alone.

I woke up feeling, wow,  I can be myself up there and not have to listen to anyone and just run around and play,  but only if I left behind my super ego, my aggressive negative judgment.

So I heard this song

So I heard this song which took me a while to write and understand how to play. In this case I had to learn to feel good about what I was doing without judgment, without thinking and accepting imperfect sounds, rhythms and a more anarchic approach to existence.

I fell blessed by the humble experience of sitting in nature, of course in places that inspire me, and simply listening to what surrounds me until I start hearing a song. Once I hear it I must say it does take hundred of hours until I get it right and form part of my Nature Music Series and Spanish Guitar compositions.

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