The Cauldron's brewing after another deep pause...hhhmmm I feel our world could do with some more of them....a ramble...

Leaves n buds finding their places upon a foraged scarf, foot for scale (and general ambling). The leaves are Bloodwood stringy barked Eucalyptus of twisty branches, locale based n just coming into bloom when I gathered windfall....well, wind crashed, branches and divided em into manageable sized pieces post rain stormings. The next pic, a frock includes a few floristry treat cinerea leaves, the heart shaped ones, that although somewhat compostuous, still bore colour upon emerging from the cauldron.

The unfurling began upon sunrise, day 2. With a pretty songed yet, as I now know, deadly beaked assistant..... and a blue chair, that whilst sturdy, made me itch for the renovated 'pondering' chair which belonged to our grandmother, the bush loving (with the odd Foxglove, must be where I get it) Gran Bea. A wooden rocking chair, slightly more pleasure to mine eyes aesthetics. Currently being fixed n loved up by our local men's shed! Yet to be reunited with. Very exciting.....but I digress, back to the wee hour unfurlings.....

 

The bundles of joy, well at least they seemed promising from the colour on the outside. Don't judge a book by it's cover it's said, I'm terrible Muriel, love a good illustration, so bundles of joy it is!

 

Cuppa, string stick (was handily nearby) and the tie dye experimental scarf one of the markings of which follows below these bud plant echoes...

And after the unfurling, they were bundles of joy! Thank fwark as there were a couple of fancier frocks then I'm used to in the mix this time. One, a gift for beloved Aunt Marian, crafts wombyn jeweller and wood turner both supremo and humble-o! Along with a few treats n gifts from me to me! If I can hang onto em?! Next cometh the drying processes....love a good hills hoist eh?

 

So, I channeled and transmuted emotions into making, after a pause yet again, so oft any readers would be ho hum about it, but for me it's still a blessing, each n every time! I do work on the ground, so the next day I was hammered and laid flat and raw as sushi (but not as tasty). Whilst sharing here with love, I'll be laying low in Recovery, tis indeed a wide and wobbly rd, the body and hence aforementioned emotions. As I clasp the pentacle at my neck with crafters hands. Another gift from me to me, spoilage going down hey? Reminder of the Elements, and the Hedgewytchery I lean into. I needs be get myself back to centre for my dearly friend and true gentle man Miles birthday just beyond, yet still under the influence of, the New Moon! Like Echo dye, with me, you never quite know what you'll get, sometimes that's great, others shite! Ha! True friendships sail through both I'm learning, thanks to a small trusty circle, and a broader community of kindness n care....hermits learn slowly such lessons. Shamozzle a bit along the way....

I will just jump onto my soap box whilst I've got your ear (not literally but), and that's around trauma work. I know, stick to speaking about makings chloeopal. Well trauma is HUGE in our world, and I can't do political gigs or gatherings, so here's my bit. If's you are delving into memories, yours or ancestral, doing the work, PLEASE DEAR ONES take SUCH GENTLE GOOD CARE OF YOUR SELVES. Work out your pace, pause if you needs be and express it to those you support, and supporting you, practitioner wise especially, as you get ANY red flags, physical or emotional. GROUND AND CENTER IN KINDNESS. Who is supporting you, and what? I'm speaking from experiences of well n truly messing this up, but also of picking up the pieces and utilising makings to transmute and distract / immerse. Whatever your passions be....cooking, gardening, nature observation, bare feet, walking, fishing, water, crafting and arting, musix, poetry, journalling, potions n lotions, herbology, spirit, parenting, animals, wildlife activism, calligraphy IDK dive in and float amongst it with depth but softness o touch! If you will, I will too....I am aware not everyone in our lives all ways wants to hear about this stuff, but it's my blog n I can say it here! 

Illustration wise....the following one's were inspired by my mum, Diana's actions. Her reprinting of my missing in action A1 seasonal nature drawing from a phone pic, thanks Mum, you got me sketching again. They will go on display, I hope, at The Emporium, in the lovely and gently kick ass Jacky's shorebird space and display, of her birdy type ceramics, and collaborators (co-conspirators) worx. Share the shores folks, humung beans ain't the only one's who dwell t(here)....