Knock backs n pick me ups....

Today I turn 50, happy birthday toooo meee :)  made it here, despite situations that may have lead to otherwise....

My exhibition proposal was knocked back, and that was kinda devastating. BUT it really won't make that much difference to my practices, so I simply keep doing what I do, and a context will come. Likely Ill revamp me ol Etsy shoppe and pop some wares up there...

So, picking myself up I used up the last of my 'Sydney' leaves from when I went southwards bound to visit Dianamum. I had previously patchworked squares resulting from them into this shawl / cloak o invisability. They were an oddly scavenged bunch. Some Eucalyptus cinerea bunches on special for $6 in Woolies of all places, unidentified classic gum leaf shaped species from Orange Grove farmers markets n some street wandering harvests. A gathering of  the trips story, with a few local windfalls to welcome home....

 

 

I bundled up two lengths of secondhandling silk (which I haven't really had the pleasure to work with before) thinking the leaves had been soaking so long there probably wasn't much colour left in em. How wrong one can be! Thanks gawdess!

 

How beautfully silk moves in the wind! As the pieces were drying in the breezes I felt like I was in Japan somewhere....
 

So, today we head off camping for four days :) to the shores of a coastal tea tree lake. Laden with food galore, some stitching, guitar n medicine drum, firewood, a good book o tales and each other! Shall post the inevitable pics upon returning. Blessings upon friends dear  who are being the support crew for Ms Mush cat whilst we're gone! It appears she'll be having rather her own gathering, including the usual driveway passers by n belly scratchers....

 

Blessings n good vibes

Dark to New Moon: Death, Birth and Courage....

This drawing came through as I was pondering the process of making shifts in life. Echoed in the cycling of Sista Luna, and the seasons. The bubba representing birth, Moth medicine is death / change and Gecko's, courage / letting go of the past. 

Engaged with some deeper soul work in the now, I am observing the dance of these forces. As I exhale and release what no longer serves, aligning with a reframe to embrace changes, it requires a letting go of old patterns n ways of being. Does this serve you, community n beloveds, the land still? Or is the birthing of a different approach called for, for higher interests to be met? What am I calling in? Worthwhile questions at this time...

Recently, swimming in tea tree stained (hence dark shades o brown) waters, these questions were personified. As I dived under, it was difficult to see as my body moved through these surroundings, but above I could see a fishbowl lense type circle of light, into which I then arose. As I embraced the metaphor of it all, I began to play with the process. Injoying both swimming the dark and the decision to surface and draw breath. It hit me that this was like physical birth, the choice to incarnate, and mayhaps (shan't know till get there) death, the leaving....

How many times in our lives journeys (in a day??) do we go into these types of spaces? So why not choose to align with them, I asked of my selves? Practice one might say. Being able to be unattached enough to see more clearly where I am at in these cycles. Also with the memory of previous cycling informing. As the saying goes 'this too shall pass'. Basics you may be saying, back to basics then....

Altho I admit it, do like to deeply injoy da belly laugh bits ;)...

Are these the types of basics that can support those who feel strong n deep to embody and live well? I do realize such idea's are not brand spankers, but mayhap it takes rediscovering via one's own experiences to connect with them....

As I continue also daily practices to ground, centre, clear and protect. This seems to be the next barefoot step along.... 

When all may still become overwhelming there is always trusty doona therapy my friends!