Happy Envisionings n Manifestings for Next Cycle Round Sun....

 

Blessings n Good Vibes

Pollinators....in process....

 

Spell bottles for safe cocooning space in heart ache.....

 I was beautifully gifted some silk worm cases, and also small bottles. After half a day spent in an r n r, healing n mending, I knew exactly what they were for. I crafted these spell bottles, for when our butterfly wings are either shredded by life's winds, or are still unfurling and drying. I began with stinging nettle: for protection / nourishment, then lavender: for calm, rose petals: for loving kind spaces, added the cases and wings.  I made two and blessed them through sandalwood smoke with intention. Then I came to make mine, sure enough the cocoon held within it a dead silkworm, encased, mummified. So I cut through the top, acknowledging her passing, releasing  her, as I currently am certain phases in my life, ouch, but nevertheless true. Popped her in my bottle, from death comes rebirth, like the phoenix, but generally aspects must be honoured in their journey on......

 The passing of the relationship that led to a need to cocoon, from it's previous form, had been foretold by the medicine crossing of my path by a pretty clean, fruit bat skeleton, on a regularly ambled path. Death n rebirth, again. Curious.....not there one day, apparent the next. After rains, yet still, things that make you go hhmmm...hindsight eh? Cosmos n Spirit speak, messages which mayhap clarify only with times passing......

If you're in heartache in the now, geez know you aint alone in that hurt. Folk all over the continents n lands of planet Earth school 101 are traveling along side us. All of us hope for love in some form or other, through fear and doubt. May our hearts remain open to being vulnerable, and navigating through patterns to embracing and being embraced, in ways we grow into being more comfy with. Till then, safe n nourishing cocooning as called for through such pains......... 

Then, finally, I made up a bottle with added cronewort / mugwort (scuse I for such name calling Cronewort, but tis a recognized common name), to pop with my paint brushes and call magix n a touch o wisdom of the other realms into their use. Hopefully, in some form of service to bigger, or smaller, beings.....

Humpback whale on foundling wood....

 

Tatu design: Lotus

 

Gemini Full Moon growing in the sky......

I be in a liminal, transitional space it seems, betwixt endings and beginnings, rage and forgiveness, blame of and kindness to selves, heart. Know the feeling? 

It aint always pretty...sometimes hope sticks a head in the door to say heylo n have a cuppa.... speaks through wise one trees....immersion in water.... a garden sprouting n deepening roots.....or in a flurry of paint that begins in one space and finds it's way to anotha. Mostly in the face of my beloved familiar Nomad aka Mush....

 

May those embers within grow.......and so without....

 

Riddles n Reframes exhibish beautifull crew remain stealth....

 

Feature Artist : The Emporium: 'Riddles and Reframes' in September

 

Making is a thread for me, that connects as an umbilical, to land, waters and place. I am working, and playing, with the green folk who form bridges between Earth and Sky. Gifting us our breath. Dropping in with Echo dyeing, Witchin’ stitchin’ and also in my drawings, I open to these amazing beings and we who rely upon them.

Recent experience has brought felt impacts from destructive patterns of ‘development’. It ripples out upon all kinds of sentience, and the harm to life it can cause has devastating potential. I feel, we need to preserve and grow more long-term visions. For the web of nature we are part of.

Creativity, in all forms, offers up paths that can mend and heal in so many ways. Literally, and as a story reframing what is, or may be. I believe we can shift the tale of ‘profit at any cost’. Solving the riddles we face with one eye on the future, and the other on injoying the present…

 

                        Bit of a taster, laying out some of the work /play

 

Feelin' it?

 

A Days Ambling...

 

The right to profit at any cost?

 

Familiar No-mad n I came to our current homelands, to stewarding hq on yes'm stolen Yaegl lands. A weed I be, rent refugee who landed in a place I now love. Blessings. That said I hoped to make a small gathering of words to call into awareness, the dangers of development and lives based round profiteering at any cost, shall we say capitalism even? I've seen it corrode communities and individuals, and mayhaps by taking a look I can frickin avoid following suit as I watch the morphing of systems.....

We all have to 'make a living' yes'm agreed, basic folk needs shelter, food, transport and indeed belonging and loving connections in some form. Yet I remember that first commerce lesson in high school where we were told humans have 'the right to profit'. Up went my hand, asking but what if that hurts rather than sustains, and this bloody mantra was repeated 'the right to profit' louder n louder, ignoring a curiosity and empathy that I am coming to see is a sharing with many folk of all generations. Yet that governments seem to deny. Now, I won't get too political as a non-tv owner and someone who doesn't watch news some may say I am ill informed to comment. However, I am. Being ill informed doesn't seem to stop policy and major federal and global decision makers, so in this wee blog, I am pulling together my grey matter and heart resonance in a prayer that as small vibers within the mass of humanity we work in ways that care for and have some empathy with our big Mama beneath, to which our feet are rooted.I'm not shamed to admit tears and rage at the communal static I hear as voices, which I believe are echoes of a lack of this. As well as the exquisite joy when I see folks connecting into spirit and practices that support lifestyles of creative and kinder living.

For each it will be different specifics, but you know, as do I, if'n we pause...what this entails for you, I believe. We all contain those / that small wise voice that can guide us. I am pondering where mine is leading me as I prepare for an exhibition space, I know it has seeds in faery story, plants,  echodyeing, witchin stitchin, drawing / painting n tea towels yup. How they will flow in together is ever evolving. What is yours saying? What are you willing to risk? What makes you belly laugh? Who's vibes do you dig n back up? What conjures you to exert and motivate? The Talking Stick is in our hands in our actions for what will be....

 

I remember....

Wild hearts....

 

It's a sign....literally.....slow down folks....

 

Hearing Voices and a couple of songs on the vibe...

 So, whilst few people find their way to this corner of the ethernet, this is still a big post for me. I am a wombyn who Hears Voices that many others don't. I won't say no others, because I don't know what your experiences are, or want to speak for them. That said in my experiences, I can hear (and I'm not talking about 'thoughts') whole conversations that haven't happened and are alike 'auditory hallucinations' (which could however, be energetically accurate), I also hear spirits, entities, and what I believe are echoes from the land. A fair bit, they ain't real happy. Along with more peacefull guidance from my Spirit Kin or 'Guides' which is highly intuitive n sensitised...just is, nothing fancy.

You can begin to imagine how challenging this can make navigating basic daily existence, or tasks, at times, like shopping, catching a bus, conversing, groups blah blah. It can also make reading / interpreting relationships and interactions a gas. I'd like to say that I'm not writing this for sympathy, but I reckon it's a fair call to get shamozzled with this at times. Now that's out of the way, I'll talk directly to those who share such ways, or those that love them...

Find your personal toolbox is the bit of advice I'd share, its critical to thrival over survival, for most humung beans generally, and no exception here. The medical model of what I experience is not fulfilling for me, so I shan't be going there, as I'm working my ass off to redefine in my own terms. A long and drawn out process it seems. I feel this is key to invoking our empowerment and strengths   based living...although a formal diagnosis does lead to access for some kinds of support, I acknowledge and am gratefull for this paradoxical aspect. The Hearing Voices movement, a grass roots wave of healing n mending is my inspo. Well worth a google.

My current main tool when not engaging with Nature (Mother of all tools) is music. Simple but potent. It can block where needed, or express rather than suppress as well. I use noise cancelling headphones, and Spotify tells me I listen to 87% more music than most subscribers, curious eh? Not really. I move to music often, partial to a kitchen boogie or daggy dancing, tainted with tai chi moves. Finding that this can also be grounding. 

I guess I wanted to write this because there's still so much stigma and basically bs out there about voice hearing. Every person who shares, lightens this loading. I'm not a danger to anyone, I do get the shits like everyone and yell n scream because of it sometimes, I'm heart kind and pretty loving, and contribute to community where and how possible, I hope. I have been detained under scheduling laws 'duty of care', and it's a highly disempowering and unpleasant thing. So avoid it with gained insights, at all costs, is my recommendation. It can, and does, take years to undo such throwing about of DSMV type wordology and potent medicating cocktails.

As you can see from other posts here, creativity is my cornerstone, herbology n gardening follow. These threads have been an identity to turn to beyond labels, which I believe belong only on jars. There's so much I could share, stories, laughs, tears, distress, but really I just wanted to name it on this Scorpio full moon eclipse, with acceptance. I am still here, after over 30 years of this and defining what I hear my way. Creating an alchemy of crafting n arting through it all...few belly laughs along the path...

Here's a few songs to hear n ponder, they may evoke some of the vibes which can be felt....

 

 

 

 

 

Beautyways....

Map commissioned by the folk from the artists co-op The Iluka Emporium, for their Mermade Festyval, running this September, marking the 100 year anniversary of the Soldiers Memorial Hall. It'll be photographed, then have makings and happenings added. If you're living in the area and have an offering  or your kids want to craft a merbeing of some description, squishmallows n pirates included, contact the Emporium mayhaps?

Petals and thorns...

 

This one has been a long time birthing in design coming through, and is my next tattoo to be....

The heart chakra softness of Rose, with the kickass protective nature of her spines. Petals n thorns.... 

'Petal' some called out in high school, life gifted me a few thorns, it seems. It's an energy I needs be aware of moving through and out...we all need boundaries, and sensing their appropriateness is a skill...

The dance between engaging and retreat and knowing / feeling into when to do which, with whom. Timings and flow.....synchronicity and absence of forcing or pushing....

Misperception, or strong intuition? This is a core skill...to build trust in our journey, the way....

But I ramble, like this Rose.....

Interestingly this design is a blend of both wild and cultivated Rose flowers.... 

Wild Rose Medicine Tatu Design...

 

Breathing With The Green...

  

As each soul enters incarnation,

Lungs open with an exclamation of being!

 

The connection to the green world begins.

Carbon dioxide breathed out, Oxygen inhaled….

A returning, that awaits…

 

In times passing, we gather and forage life.

Memories, learnings…

Belly laughs n exquisiteness,

The wounding comes, parallel.

 

Some never heals, forms scar tissue.

Gum tree, fire or lightning struck, growth tips present.

Alive, stretching light wards

I nod….

 

Embracing the fallen with honour,

Release the echoes of their presences…

Passed and past…

To feathered thermal rider type freedoms.

 

It seems some are gifted this acknowledgement?

Without denying any entitlement,

May the restless spirits be eased,

The too young to be gone, loved up in the ether. 

 

Wars of mind, body and spirit…

That took you, like a thief…

We that remain,

Breathe with the green….

A Balm for Shame: Remembrance

 

Can you feel the dirt on you?

Except, beneath your feet….

Words that stick and wound?

Except, from love, life fully expressed and explored…..

 

There’s no fault here…

Except, deep feeling and engaging….

Absence of presence, connection denied or distorted….

We are all within the flow truly, a remembrance….

 

Body used as a weapon against soul without permission?

Reclaim and empower….

Go with a gentle and kind touch where possible….

Or rage and cry, as needed…. safely.

 

Body used as a weapon against soul with permission?

Reclaim and empower…

Go with a gentle and kind touch where possible…

Or rage and cry, as needed….. safely.

 

Hurt, translator of heart…

It’s strength and capacity….to walk on.

Injoyment, translator of heart…

It’s strength and capacity…..to feel on.

 

Your reserves are beautifull, wild and untamed.

Name and reclaim them….

Shame doesn’t own you,

Invoker of an aspect, who lies with your wounds….

 

Offers them reflected like a gash….a 3^rd degree burn…

 

Allow the mending in…..

In remembrance of the child….

In remembrance of the elder…

Those within….

Those without…

 

Your shame is a messenger….

Name it, write it out in exquisite calligraphy, or song….

In whatever form, send it off upon a body of water with a blessing.

Farewell its companionship…..

 

Live on….embrace….

 

 

 

Hearing where there's silence...

 

Resonances:

 

How can it be…

to be lonely when there’s so many of us here?

Sentient beings crowded upon the surfaces

Of inner and outer space.

 

Standing beside each other,

Yet not heard....

Delicately encountering without choice

the volume of soul echoes that scream out dialogue.

 

Deaf ears deny suffering,

Hearts open like magnolia petals to reveal a scent like sound.

Don’t tell me you can’t feel me,

Or hear my truth. Shut down.

 

The voice shout-whispered it's hauntings

To be decoded….

Not by ear canals, but something beyond silent.

An emotional resonance of brutal acts.

 

It asks me, how can you deny what is truth?

Simply because it’s not pretty,

Slots in neatly,

Square peg to round hole.

 

Riddles of confusion, koans for the spirit voyage,

Keys to remembrance of reptilian brain responses.

Will you touch them kindly,

Or with pharmaceutical shut down hostility?

 

Labotamise my ancestor’s memory alive in me?

Singing the land-wounds,

Through body.

Held stiff and rigid with side effects…

 

Reliefs straight jacket of suppression,

Cos it’s too hard basket

Deep and feeling.

Just like what I hear.

 

Maybe we do have something in common?

We hope to exist through our messages,

To be translated when they wash ashore….

Upon lands… alien, and unbidden.

Disembodied and difficult, language,

Free floating yet trapped.

And you wonder that we shout?

How else can we seek freedom?

Soothing Rhythms: An Invocation For Mending

 

This be a love song….

From eye, to we to see…

 

Breathe in……………………….

Exhale………….…………………

Belong to what will be……

 

There is no other I, or you,

Nowhere to be found…

Truly miraculous,

We open, at birth, to sound…

 

Wild like the ocean,

Rooted deep to ground…

Curved like a river,

Inner fires abound…

 

I’m not going anywhere,

For I lie beneath my skin….

Lover, Self and Oneness,

We all dwell Within…

 

No need to turn away,

No need to hide in fear….

For I will never hurt me,

To be, I am so dear…

 

For I am love,

Love is me…

Freedom is in my heart,

Ever, the key…

 

There’s nothing to rebel against,

No one to fight….

For I am love, and I am with you,

Always and tonight…

 

For we are one in the same,

The listening and the heard…

The silences we long for,

Resonating beyond hurtful words…

 

I may struggle to be free,

And when you are, there I’ll be…

And I will be you,

And you will be me….

 

For I am love,

Love is we…

Dwelling here on Earth Gaia Mama,

In Divinity….