Crow Magic

A while back I took a photo of five crows sitting on a tree, motionless, against the evening sky.  It was quite eerie, they looked very focused, a bit like ghosts atop the bare branches of the trees.

Anyway, I returned to it yesterday and created some new images using Pixlr overlays and frames.  Hope you like them, I’ve personally very pleased at the way they’ve turned out.

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This is the original photo with the Besparmak Mountains in the background.

I Love Street Art

I love Street ArtSomeone from Twitter with the moniker StreetArt reminded liked one of my posts and reminded me how much I like street art. I think it enhances our urban environment and adds richness to our daily lives, plus the creativity of street artists never ceases to amaze me.

The spider represents the web of creativity spun by artists world-wide; the honeybee represents the sweetness in our lives when we open to the creativity around us; while the crow at the top represents the mystery of art and the power of imagination in our lives.

Sunset & Crows

I just happened to look up and see a splendiforous sunset this evening here in North Cyprus so nipped outside to get a couple of shots. I also managed to catch a  shot of some members of the family of hooded crows (to add to a shot I took yesterday) which nests in a nearby pine tree and which has been scavenging on the paddock beside us since it was filled with rocks and then covered neatly with Crow family on paddock 1swags of dirt. The crows don’t mind the dogs barking at them from the balcony, but they’re very iffy about human beings and take off very fast if they sense your presence.

Enjoy!

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Crow family on paddock

A Humour of Crows

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I have been trying to get a photo of the foxes that prance around on the vacant paddock next to our apartment but no luck – today I hoofed it to the patio only to see the fox’s tail disappear into the bushes at the top of the paddock.

But while I waited in the hope of catching Foxy re-appearing, members of the crow family which live in the big tree in the paddock kindly lined up for a couple of photos – first three crows, and then five, perfectly silhouetted against the Besparmak Ranges in the background.

Ma and Pa have brought up three youngsters this year, and each year bring up a new bunch of youngsters.  Fascinating to watch the babies appear all tottery, then see them gain confidence and begin flying. They then having great fun flying up quietly behind the pigeons which roost on the roof of the hotel close to us and dive-bombing them, sending pigeons scattering in all directions.

We also have two baby foxes which appear from time to time and, one day, my  husband saw one appear which decided to stalk one of the crows having a feed on the newly cleared land on the paddock. Unfortunately for Baby Fox, there were other crows nearby and they all rose in the air and started chasing Baby Fox who had to run for his or her life!

And finally, I know it’s supposed to be a murder of crows, but I like crows – I think they’re intelligent,  crafty and have a great sense of humour, which is why I called this post “A Humour of Crows”!

Medicine Shield

I’ve been reading a very interesting book about Adverse Childhood Experiences, Childhood Disrupted: How your Biography becomes your Biology, and how you can Heal, by Donna Jackson Nakazawa. It relates to research which shows that, when you have one or more Adverse Childhood Experiences, you are quite likely – particularly if you are a woman – to experience ill-health in adulthood which can involve autoimmune diseases such as muscular sclerosis, chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, as well as depression, skin problems and so on. The book examines the physiology of ACE and also offers ways to approach healing of these life issues.

When I first read of ACE, I felt like I’d been punched in the gut because it made sense of many of the health issues I’ve faced over my lifetimev- bad back, fibromyalgia, skin problems (head-to-toe hives) and depression.  I’ve had to read the book in small chunks as it’s brought up a lot of memories, helped me understand my responses not only to childhood experiences but also to present-day physical responses.  If anyone speaks sharply to me, I still freeze, my mind goes blank and I stutter. Part of the healing work I’ve started has been the creation of this medicine shield.

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I originally bought the round canvas for another project but changed my mind about using it. By that time I’d painted it purple (well, what else????) so yesterday I gathered a few items and created a medicine shield which reflects my healing and empowerment journey.

Purple represents my spiritual life and the blossom in the centre my opening up after reading this book.  At the top is the wing of a barn owl.  I found the body of the barn owl by the side of the road when I was living in Pingelly, on the wheatbelt east of Perth, Western Australia.  My husband was less than impressed, as we had to leave the two wings to dry and he had to bury the body (which our Jack Russell, Rosie, did her best to dig up again). This wing represents for me the clearing of issues to do with my father and his mental abuse throughout my life. It opens up new perspectives.

The two black wings belong to the body of a crow I found on the roadside when we lived in Bowraville, on the mid-north coast of New South Wales, Australia. They represent the mysteries of life and the ability to move through time and space. I had a very powerful, moving dream in Pingelly which confirmed for me life after death. Crows also represent resourcefulness, something I’ve developed despite health challenges and limited income. They also represent the ability to see humour wherever possible, as crows have a great sense of humour – the hooded crows here in North Cyprus take great enjoyment in flying up quietly behind pigeons on the roof opposite us and then dive-bombing them to send the poor birds flying in all directions.

The two feathers either side of the barn owl wing – one black and one white – represent intellectual gifts I’ve been graced with in my life, courtesy of the nine air signs which are part of my astrological chart. Feathers represent air and each of these feathers was gifted to me here in North Cyprus – the black crow feather being left on the verandah outside my workroom, and the white feather found in the foyer of our apartment block.

The spider represents my animal totem.  Iconnected with this totem in Pingelly when I lived in – wait for it – Cobweb Cottage!  When my totem arrived in my life, every spider in that mud brick cottage came out of the woodwork to say hello.  Even my husband, a convinced cynic about metaphysical matters, noticed the spiders running around.

The dried rose petals are from the Apothecary’s Rose in our garden. It is an ancient rose endemic to the Turkish region and it reminds me of the enduring power of love to heal and bless one’s life. The two white hearts with birds on represent the love I’ve experienced in my life (my daughter gave these to me as earrings in 1994 during a holiday to the UK). The Scottish pin reminds me of our Scottish connections – it’s where my daughter lives and where we lived for six months in 2002-3. The angel pin the other side reflects the spiritual energies permeating my life At the bottom is a red dragon brooch representing my Welsh and  Celtic heritages.

The turquoise owl necklace and pendant represent wisdom learned throughout my life. The small feathers around the owl figure and the dried plants in the middle are reminders of my life in Australia.

Around the outside of the shield are, at the base, Angel Phantom Amphibole Quartz – crystals which I love and which, to me, represent the mysteries of life and also sweetness of life when dark things happen. Other stones around the circumference are Nebula stones which remind me of our starstuff energies brought to the Earth in a practical way.

I’ve really enjoyed creating this Medicine Shield, different artwork to the digital art I work with most of the time.   I’m also sorting out further healing work aimed at overcoming a life-long problem of never feeling good enough, something which plagues quite a few of us, I think, and which is a relic of my childhood and teenage years.

 

Creative Capers 1: Smudge feather fan

Over the past couple of days I’ve had fun creating a feather smudge wand and altering some of my stone pendants.

I have been meaning to create a wand with feathers to use for smudging sage smoke but the day before yesterday felt a real urge to go out for a walk, stepped out of our apartment building and there, on the field facing our parking area, was exactly the right stick and it had fallen off the hawthorn tree. So I grabbed that, continued my walk around our apartment block and, by the time I’d got home, the wood had separate into two, with one being just right for creating my wand.

I had fiddled with the feathers a few times and nothing worked out quite right, but when I decided to work with the end of the stick which had a few thin twigs everything fell into place really fast, as the twigs made a cradle for the feathers. The wand is created from feathers I’ve collected over the years:

* Crow feathers for deep insight and inspiration, for opening to the sacred and hidden depths;

* Kookaburra feathers for sharp vision and ability to retain a sense of humour, of the absurd and to keep my feet on the ground;

* Rainbow lorikeet feathers to remind me of the vast array of treasures available to us here on Mother Earth.

I have white sage in the garden so, when the weather’s cleared up a bit and the leaves have dried out, I’m going to cut quite a few leaves to make smudge sticks.

Smudge wand