I have a thing about trees at the moment. This is called Galactic World Tree – recognising the power of trees in their interaction with galactic energies.
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.
May the sacred song of the stars
Imbued with the millennia of dancing with Divinity
Softly sink into the presence of your being.
May starsong radiating within you illuminate
the encrypted title deed to your country:
Your soul songlines tracking from the stars
as pathways to your precious path on earth,
in this unique incarnation of yours.
(This is an excerpt from my forthcoming book: “The Crazy Crone – Living a Wild and Adventurous life”)
This my latest crystal mandala layout – for Focus. I moved the table away from its previous position beside my crystal collection as I felt the grouped crystals interfered with the energy of the crystal mandala and its intent of focus. It feels heaps better in its new position under my spider drum and Shamanic Power painting (see photo below).
Later I’m going to try my hand at talking about the crystals I’ve worked with using my new tablet, so won’t go into details of this today.
I get a poem and photo in my inbox every day from Panhala, a Yahoo group, which started up when I lived in the UK in 2003. These posts really light my day, a wonderful selection of poetry, so I’m going to reprint one here relevant to my love of crystals, rocks and stones:
Go inside a stone
That would be my way.
Let somebody else become a dove
Or gnash with a tigers tooth.
I am happy to be a stone.
From the outside the stone is a riddle:
No one knows how to answer it.
Yet within, it must be cool and quiet
Even though a cow steps on it full weight,
Even though a child throws it in a river;
The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
I have seen sparks fly out
When two stones are rubbed,
So perhaps it is not dark inside after all;
Perhaps there is a moon shining
From somewhere, as though behind a hill
Just enough light to make out
The strange writings, the star-charts
On the inner walls.
~ Charles Simic ~
(The Voice at 3 A.M.)
I got a bit fed up with my workroom as it felt cluttered, dark and stagnant. So I bought three coloured stands (including, of course, on in purple!), booted out a couple of boring stands, and brightened up the place.
I also moved my crystal mandala table from its previous position close to my shelves full of crystals to its own space under my drum and Woman of Power artwork. I felt when the table was close to the crystal collection that the stones on the shelves interfered with the focus of the crystal mandalas I create on the glass table, and it actually feels are lighter and more focused in its new position.
My whole workspace feels much brighter and more energised.
I returned to a painting I created a couple of decades ago when I was working on healing my relationship with my father as he’d slipped into an alcoholic decline. I loved the original acrylic art but, when I showed it to another artist, her comment “Oh, yes, we all do this as beginners” left me feeling really deflated. I gave the painting away but had a photo of it and eventually decided that the worst thing I’d done was listen to a small-minded artist who gave destructive rather than constructive comments. Anyhow, this week I finally decided to stop making excuses for my father and this is the result – a final return to my original painting and putting the past behind me with new growth ahead.
Sometimes you can fiddle for ages with a photo until it feels right. The above image, on the other hand, emerged with only a bit of playing around with the gizmos on PicMonkey. To me it represents a Cathedral of Light, a gift to humanity from the tree elementals which were part of the original image of an avenue of trees.