Nature Magick

I’ve been taking part in the Art Every Day November challenge run by Leah Piken Kolidas, and this is my final image.

I revisited a photo I took of a nature park when I used to live in Bowraville, on the mid-north coast of New South Wales, Australia. The park was established by an Aboriginal Elder and it was quite other-worldly when you walked into it from the road. All the traffic faded away, there were no sounds, and you could feel the nature spirits around you. It was incredibly peaceful and I wanted to try and capture the other-worldly feel of it. A really magickal place!

Tree Elders Dreaming

 I created this with Toolwiz and a Pixabay image. I dithered for ages with the images created in a Toolwiz overlay as the other images were much clearer and brighter. But I decided in the end that I liked the more blurred image here because it made me think of trees dreaming into the universe and invoking galactic healing for Planet Earth.

Memories

I returned to this collage today to brighten it up as it was looking a bit faded. I created it before we left Australia in 2012 to move to North Cyprus. I had a lot of cards I’d kept from people I loved – friends and family – so decided to cut out images (rather than take every card, there were lots!) and created this collage as a tribute to my memories of loved ones in my life. The two decorations at top left and right were created by our granddaughters for our wedding cake when we got married in the UK in 2004 just before returning to Australia. I added silver, pink and purple glitter as well as rose/gold paint.

World Tree of Dancing Light

Yesterday a friend in America responded to comments made by a friend in Australia. In the early hours of yesterday morning I read words by a friend in Canada which helped me get back to sleep again. Daily I read wonderful quotes and look at beautiful art posted by a friend in Africa.

And in the early hours of this morning I woke with the words “World Tree of Dancing Light” in my head, knowing that I needed to create a post to celebrate my family – the good and true friends I’ve made around the world who provide love, nurturance and support to me as I return the same to them.

What made me think about this was a post I’ve seen published quite frequently on Facebook extolling the virtues of letting go of family quarrels and making the peace to restore family ties, but with the underlying theme that family disputes are about bruised egos and imaginary conflicts. To me this is a slap in the face for those of us who have family conflict because of very real, unpleasant, possibly violent actions which have led to the breakdown of family relations.

To me, my family is everything – and my family is all the wonderful friends I have around the world (the US, Australia, Britain, Spain, Africa, Pakistan and other places) who I treasure and value for the very real friendship and support they offer me.

Beyond my immediate family of friends, daily I see support groups where strangers show love, respect and honour for those who stretch their hands out for advice and kindness.

You have no choice about the family you’re born into and if it’s dysfunctional, look after yourself and don’t put up with inappropriate actions which drag you down and don’t support you.

But you can choose your family of friends which is what I am celebrating today – the world tree of roots of friendship reaching deep into Planet Earth which lets us dance joyfully together in the glow of loving kindness, true ties of love and support, and the Grace of true friends who light our lives.

 

For the Unknown Self

So much of what delights and troubles you
Happens on a surface
You take for ground.
Your mind thinks your life alone,
Your eyes consider air your nearest neighbor,
Yet it seems that a little below your heart
There houses in you an unknown self
Who prefers the patterns of the dark
And is not persuaded by the eye’s affection
Or caught by the flash of thought.

It is a self that enjoys contemplative patience
With all your unfolding expression,
Is never drawn to break into light
Though you entangle yourself in unworthiness
And misjudge what you do and who you are.

It presides within like an evening freedom
That will often see you enchanted by twilight
Without ever recognizing the falling night,
It resembles the under-earth of your visible life:
All you do and say and think is fostered
Deep in its opaque and prevenient clay.

It dwells in a strange, yet rhythmic ease
That is not ruffled by disappointment;
It presides in a deeper current of time
Free from the force of cause and sequence
That otherwise shapes your life.

Were it to break forth into day,
Its dark light might quench your mind,
For it knows how your primeval heart
Sisters every cell of your life
To all your known mind would avoid,

Thus it knows to dwell in you gently,
Offering you only discrete glimpses
Of how you construct your life.

At times, it will lead you strangely,
Magnetized by some resonance
That ambushes your vigilance.

It works most resolutely at night
As the poet who draws your dreams,
Creating for you many secret doors,
Decorated with pictures of your hunger;

It has the dignity of the angelic
That knows you to your roots,
Always awaiting your deeper befriending
To take you beyond the threshold of want,
Where all your diverse strainings
Can come to wholesome ease.

~ John O’Donohue ~

(To Bless the Space Between Us)