Woody Wonders

I was reading an article today about the way in which woodland, sadly, is being cut back in the UK. It reminded me of when I was young and staying with my grandparents at Blackheath, London. They lived down an isolated lane which lead, for me, to MagicLand. As a kid I loved nature (still do!) and almost the first thing I’d, when I’d arrived at my grandparents’ home, was to greet them then run out into the land of the trees beyond the confines of daily life.

My grandparents had a largish back yard (well, big for London), and when you walked out of the gate at the end of the garden, you entered what was for me a land of magic, peace and quiet. There was no sound of traffic, just the wood pigeons cooing, only fields ahead of me and, further down the wild area, a wood that was absolutely beautiful. It wasn’t big but it held trees, bushes, flowers (it was a carpet of blue when the bluebells were in season), and lots of secret places to explore. I could feel the nature spirits around me, offering loving support and support for my retreat from the world I found very difficult as a child.

I know that woodland and fields no longer exist as they’ve been sold for housing and other developments. But memories of my magical times in that small wood remind me of the power of trees, their strength, their hidden communications, their roots feeding deep into the earth beneath.

I would wish that other children – and adults- could experience the power of being in nature – it’s soothing, it’s healing and it connects us with All That Is resonating between all life on Planet Earth and throughout the Galaxy.

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Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
 
~ David Wagoner ~

(Riverbed)

 

A Blessing for Equilibrium

A Blessing for Equilibrium

Like the joy of the sea coming home to shore,
May the music of laughter break through your soul.

As the wind wants to make everything dance,
May your gravity be lightened by grace.

Like the freedom of the monastery bell,
May clarity of mind make your eyes smile.

As water takes whatever shape it is in,
So free may you be about who you become.

As silence smiles on the other side of what’s said,
May a sense of irony give you perspective.

As time remains free of all that it frames,
May fear or worry never put you in chains.

May your prayer of listening deepen enough
To hear in the distance the laughter of God.

~ John O’Donohue ~

(Benedictus – A Book of Blessings)

 

Stone Songlines

I’ve returned again to a photograph of the Standing Stones of Callenish by Dina of The World According to Dina.

In this image I have linked with the concept of Australian Aboriginal songlines. Aboriginal people, as far as I can understand, have songlines which criss-cross the country and relate to physical elements, reflected in song, which act as place markers. An Aboriginal person can sing their way across the country by reflecting on the song and knowing what physical place it relates to. A person can sing a song to another person who can then traverse the countryside solely by the songlines and their relation to physical elements.

I remember watching an Aboriginal Elder being shown a painting created by another Aboriginal artist, and the Elder started singing as he “walked” through the landscape of the painting. It was astonishing and really a cause for humility in that so often we are disconnected from earth energies and yet consider Western civilisation so “advanced”.

In this instance I’ve represented the songlines or ley lines emanating from the Standing Stones of Callenish as ribbons of energy at the bottom of the painting. The white, dotted wheels represent the turning of the wheels of time as these energy lines permeate Mother Earth and connect our whole planet via the ephemeral energy lines.

We are, literally, never alone as earth energies reverberate below our feet wherever we are and anchor us to this lovely planet on which we live.

The Magnificence of Rock and Water in Gwondanaland (Australia)

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I created this image from a photo of Lake Eyre, in central Australia, in drought.

I used my Toowiz app, fiddled with a few features, and this image emerged. It reminded me not only of the wonderful land,elemental energies and rocks of Australia, but also of the water which runs through to Lake Eyre when heavy rains occur further north.

 

Anthem: Song of the Moon, Song of the Trees (AEDM18)

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A tribute to Leonard Cohen and a reminder of his words that, whatever happens, “the light gets in”.

Never give up. Never give up. Never give up!

“Anthem”

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government —
signs for all to see.

I can’t run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
a thundercloud
and they’re going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring …

You can add up the parts
but you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.

 

Brave & Startling Truth – Maya Angelou

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I was inspired to create this image by Maya  Angelou’s poem below. The digital art piece has a wilderness area as its base, a stone circle overlay and a standing stone overlaid on both images.
It’s a reminder of the world we inherited, for which we are caretakers and which we leave as our heritage to succeeding generations. The standing stones remind us that we are not separate from the past, the energies of those who went before us still imbue the Earth with their energy, just as we will imbue the Earth with our energy once we return to the Spirit world from which we came.
It’s also a reminder to honour the devic energies of Mother Earth to ensure we dance in harmony with the nature spirits who are an integral part of our planet’s energy spiral of life and renewal.

Brave And Startling Truth

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth
And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

***

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divinesWhen we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

~ Maya Angelou ~

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Lord of the Realms of the Waters

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This is an image inspired by a really beautiful waterfall.  PicMonkey has a new gizmo in its “Effects” section called “Mirror” which I’ve found fascinating when working with elemental energies. It’s as if you can pull apart the surface image to find below the elemental waiting to be revealed.

In this image, you can see the face of the Lord of the Realms of the Waters which is what this Elemental demanded to be called.  I went for Lord of the Waters first off, but no – his full title is “Lord of the Realms of the Waters”. The moon is included as well as clouds at the base as these are related to the waters of Planet Earth.

Call me as nutty as a fruitcake if you like, but one thing I’ve learned in my many years of metaphysical learning and Tarot reading, it’s to heed what I hear and reproduce it without allowing my intellect to interfere.