Scenes of "Bunyabode"
at Obi Obi
Sunshine Coast Hinterland, Queensland, Australia
Ingrid was born in Spain of Swiss parentage. Her childhood was spent in Poland and Germany, before marrying and moving to her native Switzerland. Ingrid migrated to Victoria, Australia in 1960.
She lived at "Bunyabode" on the Sunshine Coast Hinterland in South East Queensland. Ingrid typified the modern Australian with the mix of culture and belief patternings. Ingrid showed us how well mixed is the Australian integration of heritage and modern thought for the new Millennium.
Australia is no longer the outcast, unwanted by a society unable to address the social pressures of 1788. Australia has grown up and can now proudly take her place in the world.
Ingrid was more well known as a sculptor and presented to us another aspect of her creativity in her poetry. Ingrid wasa channel of higher dimensional energy as well as a healer who used her knowledge of Reiki, Nutrition and Bowen Therapy. She had travelled to The Bungles in the Kimberleys of Western Australia where she worked and studied the culture and heaing with the aboriginal people of that region.
On the page below are sample works of Ingrid's.
To read verses written for Ingrid you may click here
UNTITLED
The burning pain, deep in the heart
it screams, it cries, it hurts so hard
it burns and burns.
Where went it wrong? What did I do?
I love him so, I'm reaching out
to show him love, to understand
to give some warmth.
this ice cold wall, rejects it all.
What can I do? It hurts so much
The burning pain, deep in the heart
it burns and burns.
What can I do? Wheredid he go
the cavalier, the loving man
the helping hand, the smiling face
the loving look, the tenderness
the loving heart, the warmth of it?
This ice cold wall, rejects all this. Why of why
solace I seek
in my minds eye I see my friend
she's reaching out with loving hands.
where did I go wrong to hurt like this
why do I still live in this form
what sense makes it to hurt in pain
and cry and cry
Why can't I live in love and bliss.
why do I have to go through all this again?
I do feel lost upon a cloud
My eyes, still burning, my heart in pain.
There's mist around me, I feel the softness on my face.
of a loving friend she is reaching out
I thank you Gaele for everything.
THE JOURNEY
I have to go to a distant place
to catch my breathe, my inner strength
My nerve I've lost on this rough way
it seems again.
I have to go to a distant shore
where people do await me, for me to come
to give me love, encouragement
and understanding, to lend a hand
to mend a heart which has been broken
I have to go to a distant place
where memories of youth prevail
to childhood friends I haven't seen
for many years
to mend my heart, to freshen memories
the good ones only, the bad ones
I don't care much for. I've had enough
of all these dramas.
I want to be in love and light.
to see the flowers, trees and mountains
the glaciers blue, the lakes as well
and last but not least, the faces of my loving friends
To say goodbye and thank them all
for everything they did for me
To hear some laughter and good stories
To live again
I have to go to a distant shore
to be myself to work through it
to find my way, to mend my heart.
to have some fun and tenderness
from sister, brother, cousin, friends
to be the one I AM.
Ingrid
(c) copyright 2000
