Sewing Serenity

I’ve been off with the fairies in a sewing frenzy these past few days.

Last winter I managed to drop some liquids on a favourite black dress which left pale stains. I also leaned against the gas fire and managed to singe my favourite pair of black pants. So I ordered some sew-on, embroidered patches from China (which arrived very promptly), including some extra patterns, and then set about hiding the various stains and singeing.

As one of the patches I ordered was a nice bright red, I sewed that onto a rather boring black, long-sleeved tee-shirt. Then I added a purple/green patch to the black dress (which took ages as the pattern was quite complex and a lot of stitching was involved), and finally added a purple/green patch to my black trousers.

Finally I altered the sleeves on two t-shirts I’d ordered from an on-line supplier, Rose Wholesale, so the arm-holes fitted better. It was a bit more complicated than I thought, but I managed to remain very patient and finally got the arm-holes fixed.

I enjoy sewing although I remain somewhat surprised at this as I hated embroidery and knitting at the Catholic primary school convent I attended, and hated the extremely old-fashioned domestic science lessons we had at grammar school. I’m now, however, quite a dab hand at altering clothes to fit me although my husband’s always rather alarmed when I start hacking at clothes I’ve just bought and I have to reassure him I’m altering them so they fit me properly!

I also enjoy sewing as it’s a meditative practice for me. I can let go of the outside world, focus on the sewing, enjoy the quiet and contemplation, but also enjoy the presence of my dogs keeping me company. In the afternoon the German pointer we are fostering, Luis (formerly Red Ned but now with a  German moniker as in early November he’s off to Berlin), lies with his head on my lap fast asleep. And in the evenings our Border Collie, Maggie Mae, lies fast asleep with her head on my lap.

It is deeply satisfying and a place of serenity and peace, away from all the mayhem in the world today.  Here are pics of my serenity sewing as I call it:

T-shirt with altered arm-holes.
Trousers with patch hiding scorch marks.
Dress with patch hiding fade marks
T-shirt with red embroidery patch.
White t-shirt with altered sleeves.

 

Magickal Blessings Box

Way back when I lived in Woodenbong, on the far north border of New South Wales, I ordered a wooden box for my essential oils. It was well-made, heavy and great for my oils until we moved to North Cyprus. I pulled out the partitions and packed all my jewellery inside as it was so sturdy, and used a plastic box to hold my oils.

And then a couple of weeks ago I saw someone decorating woodwork and though it was time to cheer up my wooden box which was very plain indeed. I had been using it for jewellery but, as with the essential oils, my jewellery decamped to a plastic box.

I painted my box purple (what else????) but found a brush didn’t provide proper cover so used a sponge which really did the trick. Then I dabbed on some pink glittery paint blobs. I had just received in the post some sew-one patches to hide holes and stains on clothes I love and really can’t throw away, but missed putting away a white butterfly patch which one of my dogs chewed. I managed to salvage the remnants and they went on top of my box along with bits of jewellery I’ve collected over the years and various stick-on decorations.

The catch on the box has been decorated with a pendant by my artist friend, Tammy Vitale. I thought having something with “Live, Laugh, Love” on it, blessed the intent of my box and also re-affirmed for me the power of friendship with so many lovely people around the world.

So now I have a Magickal Blessings Box in which I put all sorts of odds and sods which have personal meanings for me, or remind me of grace in my life.

This is the top
And this is the front.

WordPress Woes!

WordPress is playing silly buggers at present – I always return the favour of checking out people’s blogs if they’ve liked mine or followed my blog. I consider it a courtesy to read posts, let the author I’ve enjoyed their writings via the “like” button, and if they’ve followed my blog I return the favour.

However, in the past few days, when I’ve tried to “like” a post, I get a blank square flash up on the left, and nothing else happens. I’ve tried to follow blogs, only to have WordPress come up with repeated requests to log in, and nothing happens as a result. I’ve logged in to one blog, gone to another and found I have to log in again. OR WordPress won’t let me follow at all.

So if you have, in recent times, either “liked” one or more of my posts, or you have following my blog, and you don’t have any contact from me, my apologies and blame WordPress for their shenanigans!

The photo below has no relevance whatsoever to my post, I just love the pic!

 

 

Crystal Crazies (Continued)

I may have been absent for a while but it didn’t stop my passion for crystals. So here are some new additions to my crystal collection.

Necklaces first: Amethyst, Citrine and Rose Quartz. My friend, Dawn, who also lives in North Cyprus, regularly visits Turkey and comes back with lovely crystal jewellery. The Rose Quartz helps me take care of myself; the Amethyst nurtures me spiritually and helps me relax; the citrine helps me with access to abundance and creativity.

Amethyst Necklace
Citrine Necklace
Rose Quartz necklace

 

I also bought some crystals to add to my collection:

Angel Aura/Amphibole Quartz – reverse side
Top side of Angel Aura/Amphibole Quartz – I love these quartz creations, have quite a few of these stones and I reckon they enable me to access the spiritual side of my nature. I have a lot of air signs so am very logical, but also have a strong spiritual connection through Neptune in the First House of my natal chart.
Mahagony Obsidian – a grounding stone which also brings all the chakra/energy centres into alignment.
Melody Stone – named after the crystal writer and expert, Melody, who started publicising crystal healing in the 1960s. It contains amethyst; smoky quartz; lepidocrosite, goethite, rutile and cacoxenite. This is a clearing stone – I once had a tumbled stone of this mix, slept with it under my pillow, had violent migraines for a couple of days which gradually died down, and I realised the stone had helped me release a lot of tension and stress from our move from Australia to the UK.

 

The Power of Love Rising

I created this from an image of an estuary in an area affected by pollution. I reversed the image and added the colours above to contribute to earth healing from pollution.

And to add to the joy quotient, a clip from the film “Strictly Ballroom” followed by “Love is in the Air”, also used in the movie.

Solidarity!

“It is in the shelter of each other that people live.” (Anonymous)

“It matters not that someone is born, but what they grow to be.” (Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter. Author: J.K. Rowling)

I’ve been absent for a while as I’ve been on what I described to a friend as an existential walkabout on the road less travelled. I felt dog-tired and unmotivated, asking myself every day “What’s it all about?”.  For some reason I felt quite short-circuited, then I had a dream which was just a message – to create art which was healing for the Earth and for its inhabitants.

So here I am back again, feeling far more motivated (thank goodness, I hate it when my MoJo up sticks and vamooses), with the above image which I’ve called “Solidarity”.

In my time away in the wilderness, I’ve wrestled with this whole question of love, violence in society and so much intolerance and hatred. I finally came to the conclusion that I am simply not interested in pathetic excuses for supporting hate and violence. Life’s too short for then negative. That’s the choice and responsibility of those who live in fear, on their knees, happy to see people who are in any way different subjected to violence, abuse and belittlement.

And I call it out as cowardly and craven because those who are happy to embrace intolerance, racial division and hatred never have to face the consequences themselves. They aren’t the 8-year-old kid who was subjected to an attempted lynching by teenagers at his school. They don’t have to worry about being shot out of hand by the police, acting with impunity, for the “crime” of being black or in the wrong place. They don’t get beaten up for being gay or trans-gender. They aren’t black kids in Australia subjected to abuse on the streets and repression by the police, governments and social services.

I am far more interested in those who show love, kindness and respect for people because they have open hearts and are willing to embrace fellow human beings of whatever colour, religious belief, sexual choice or disability because it is this which is our future. I support all those in environmental organisations fighting for the future of Mother Earth.

Living on your feet rather than cowering on your knees takes courage and hope and moral choice for good not evil. Thank god there are so many good people out their in the community of so many countries who inspire hope, optimism and respect!

Detour
 
I took a long time getting here,
much of it wasted on wrong turns,
back roads riddled by ruts.
I had adventures
I never would have known
if I proceeded as the crow flies.
Super highways are so sure
of where they are going:
they arrive too soon.
 
A straight line isn’t always
the shortest distance
between two people.
Sometimes I act as though
I’m heading somewhere else
while, imperceptibly,
I narrow the gap between you and me.
I’m not sure I’ll ever
know the right way, but I don’t mind
getting lost now and then.
Maps don’t know everything.

~ Ruth Feldman ~