Shy snowdrops are being born in my garden, and I kiss winter goodbye like a lover. Little faces stare to the earth, barely believing that the sun and soil have given them life, and I look back at my time with the winter muses here and gone in a white flash. Before the first frost, […]
read more“Wrapped in the darkness of night, and the warm embrace of time spent alone. Moving from thought to thought, and thing to thing at my own accord. Slowing, listening, reflecting. The hustle slowed to a crawl. The small, but monumental movements of the butterfly inside the cocoon. It is heavenly inside my Solitude. It fills […]
read moreLast night in dreams I watched the Australian ocean rolling in waves towards shore. The sea was higher than the land, but we were safe. I longed to go the the water. I thought that the water looked like beautiful white horses running in groups towards the sand, and understood why poets have likened the […]
read moreLast night in dreams I ran away with my ancient Irish ancestors—the shining ones of antiquity. Faerie-like, but still human, they could read my mind & my longing for their ways. “So you’ve just been waiting all this time?” one girl whispered to me in disbelief as she saw my thoughts full of moons, and […]
read more“Dreaming of Orcas over and over. They are there in the background of the dream waters, or in a nearby swimming pool. Dangerous and gentle all at once. Is there a part of my spirit being kept captive? Is there a real whale calling out for help across The Dreaming? Robert Moss says that there […]
read moreAnother day of recording done! Killed it again today. Grrrrrraaaaowwlllll……..
read more“Today my dreams are filled with Oak, and the power and life that live within all trees. Bridges between worlds, their fingers spread out to touch the sky, and toes touch the moist heat of the Mother—swirling vortexes giving and receiving energy & light. I dream that I am inside of one listening to the […]
read more“The call of The Deep, and the things below the surface of Dreamtime are all around me. I could be sucked out by the sea, and never come back. The blackness could swallow me forever as I merge with the unseen, and go back to the womb of the waters…” sin título on Flickr.
read moreI’ve been dreaming of sharks lately. Sharks and the ‘Deep Things’ as I call them in my dream journal. Those things that skitter beneath the surface of the waters just out of sight as I bob on the surface of a dream ocean…
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