"This morning I'm composed after the wild day and night that was the pull of the full moon in Scorpio. I sit quietly in the garden nursing tea, still amongst the busyness that is always going on out here. The bees buzzing along their familiar routes, the chit chit chit chit of the birds cracking gum nuts, the tiny insects that dance in the autumn light. My garden is always a flutter of winged ones and I in rhythm with the gentle breeze that meanders through the grasses. I commit to nothing today but rest and gentleness. A bath, some chi gong and yin yoga sounds pleasant, perhaps a walk, perhaps I'll not move from this spot where I watch the sun rise through the trees. The blank canvas shall make no demands on me today but I steep in the rush of downloads the muses sent with the moon. Today is not a day to do, today is a perfect day to just be..." excerpt from the journal
What Can I Say
What can I say that I have not said before?
So I'll say it again.
The leaf has a song in it.
Stone is the face of patience.
Inside the river there is an unfinishable story
and you are somewhere in it
and it will never end until all ends.
Take your busy heart to the art museum and the
chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf when you
were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,
and the leaf is singing still.
~ Mary Oliver ~
To pay attention- this is how we pray…
In this class we will be using photography and sketching as a means to bring us to a place of mindful presence, entering into the center of now and creating a silence that allows us to hear the songs all around and within in us.
There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth. Rumi
I am sharing a little teaser here of some of the pages coming together. I have to say that working on a secret project for my daughter is proving quite an interesting challenge- she is finally back at school after the summer holidays, but her brother has taken two weeks off, and now she has taken a week off (so far). How's a mama to get anything done and stay sane, not to mention work on clandestine art projects!!
Still, its going to be so beautiful, I'm having fun and she is going to treasure it.
If you like you can join me here:
So honoured to see some of my work featured in this fabulous magazine. Thanks.
The Treasure (from my son ♥♥)
The Inukshuk (we built & left for the next travelers)
The Walk Home
Into the Setting Sun
Today was a perfect day
Today the children saw magic
& the light delighted across the water.
Today was a perfect day
when all were nourished by
the sweet silence of a pristine land
and we all drank deeply
of the water at our feet,
hands scooping purity to our mouths,
quenching more than our thirst.