Rachel The Galactic Shaman

What is one thing you no longer want to explain or justify?

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Day Two: Fog, Coffee and a Plot Twist at the Nullarbor Roadhouse 🚐🌫️

I left Norseman at 3 a.m. This was not a carefully planned early start. Nature called in the middle of the night, and once I’d made the trip across the caravan park, I was wide awake.

So at about 2:30, I drove over to the BP where there were lights, made myself a couple of coffees, tidied the back of Diamond, organised some snacks and hit the road.

On the road again… 🎶

By the time I reached Balladonia, I was ready for a pit stop and another hot coffee. It was after six, but they weren’t open. No coffee for me, then. Onwards!

The fog was thick in places, and the roadside signs cheerfully reminded me to watch for camels, roos and emus. Lovely. They were welcome to stay beside the road, but I was hoping none of them fancied a stroll across it. I slowed down and kept going carefully, with truck lights appearing through the fog ahead.

Then daylight arrived. Sunshine! Hallelujah, I thought. We’re through the worst of it.

We were not through the worst of it.

About 30 kilometres into the 90 Mile Straight, I could see what looked like rain ahead. *Rain I can deal with,* I thought. But it wasn’t rain. It was another enormous bank of fog. Back down to 90 km/h I went. I had nowhere I needed to be for another two days, and I wasn’t about to hurry through something I could barely see.

Eventually, I pulled into a 24-hour rest stop because concentrating that hard was making me weary. I had my other coffee — iced coffee this time — and watched the sunlight try its best to break through. I also had a lovely little yarn with some fellow solo travellers heading towards Ceduna and beyond.

Back on the road, the fog kept playing games with me. It would clear for a few kilometres, I’d think, Oh, thank goodness, and then there it was again. Two roos and one bunny made an appearance along the way. Thankfully, the bunny crossed safely, and we all went about our day.

At Caiguna, I filled up, found something more substantial to eat and changed out of the winter clothes I’d left Norseman in. Shorts and a tank top felt much better by then.

For a while, it was beautiful driving: clouds, sunshine and no rain. Cocklebiddy looked muddy and slushy after a shower, so I kept going. Then, near Madura, I finally caught up with the rain I’d been trying to stay behind all day. Thankfully, it was only light and on and off through to Eucla.

By Eucla, I was tired enough that making a meal from the food in the car felt like too much effort. A bacon and egg burger and a cappuccino, though? Absolutely perfect. I filled up, had a little snooze further up the road, and made it to the Nullarbor Roadhouse.

Powered site paid for, camp set up, everything organised. I was chatting with another camper when they casually said, “Oh, we’re in for a storm tonight.”

I’m like… a what tonight? 😳⛈️

And that, my friends, is where day two leaves us. Love you guys. 💜🚐

Yes I am a couple of days behind in posting, but it will get better, stay tuned....

This is how thick the fog is. Oh and we have a gnomesvill in the outback...lol

The Guilt After Saying No

Many people feel guilty after setting a boundary, especially if they were raised to please, fix, or keep everyone comfortable.

But guilt does not always mean you have done something wrong. Sometimes guilt simply means you are doing something unfamiliar.

Honouring your limits may feel uncomfortable at first, but peace often arrives after the discomfort.

Question for you: Have you ever felt guilty for choosing yourself?

Have you ever felt guilty for choosing your own peace?

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The Energy You Carry

Have you ever walked away from someone and felt completely drained?

That is information.

Your body often knows before your mind is ready to admit it. Tight chest. Heavy stomach. Tired spirit. That is your inner wisdom asking you to listen.

Boundaries begin when we stop dismissing what our energy is trying to tell us.

Question for you: What signs tell you your energy needs protecting?

What does a healthy boundary feel like in your body?

The Quiet Step Back

Sometimes healing looks like taking a quiet step back.

No big announcement.

No dramatic exit.

No long explanation.

Just a gentle return to your own breath, your own body, your own energy.
Not everyone will understand your need for space, and that is okay. Your healing does not require everyone’s approval.

Question for you: Do you find it easy or difficult to take space when you need it?