The Life and Loves of Stones

Do not
Want to step so quickly
Over a beautiful line on God’s palm
As I move through the earth’s

I do not want to touch any object in this world
Without my eyes testifying to the truth
That everything is
My Beloved.

Something has happened
To my understanding of existence
That now makes my heart always full of wonder
And kindness.

I do not
Want to step so quickly
Over this sacred place on God’s body
That is right beneath your
Own foot

As I 
Dance with
Precious life

~ Hafiz ~

(The Gift – versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)

I Am Memory!

Around 2.30am, my husband let our dogs out and Maggie Mae came back to drop something on the bed beside me. I thought it was a rock and went to pick it up and put it away, only to find myself in close proximity to something very prickly. When I put the light on, I found we had a hedgehog in our bed, much to our surprise!  Luckily, our dog hadn’t harmed it although how she brought it in without the prickles hurting her mouth is beyond me. Anyway, said hedgehog was placed gently outside our front gate in the garden and had taken itself off when we got up this morning.

As this was so unusual, this morning I looked up the metaphysical meaning of hedgehog: Being a nocturnal creature, the symbolism of the hedgehog deals with intuition, psychic ability, prophetic dreams and visions. … That the hedgehog’s active time is at night is symbolic of “second sight.”

Which was absolutely true as, just before I awoke this morning, I had an amazingly powerful, initiatory dream which was incredibly clear. I could remember going back eons where I was told, along with other people – women and men – that we would far in the future remember when the time was right that a ceremony would take place. I was especially instructed by the leading light, a powerful woman, that I too was powerful and must remember the details of what was being created at the beginning gathering.

I was totally confident I’d remember when the time came that I would recall the memories of this special ritual and knew exactly that the time was now. I had to go to the top of a tower with all the others also present, then run down the steps in special robes carrying a chalice of herbs. Everyone was dancing – women and men – and when I get to the bottom the powerful woman was there to tell me that I am the chosen one.

I stepped outside, to see the moon covered in clouds. But as I stepped forward holding the chalice of herbs, the clouds suddenly cleared and a huge, absolutely huge moon emerged. I held the chalice up and chanted loudly: “I Am Memory! I Am Memory! I Am Memory!” And the powerful woman stepped forward and told me I was the High Priestess of Memory.

I felt quite stunned when I woke up and exhilarated.  It explains my deep connection to rocks, stones and crystals and the memories I sense within them. And it was also exhilarating to have experienced such a powerful dream. I’ve read of dreams like this but never experienced one. They can’t be forced but, by golly, when they do turn up out of the blue – as this one has – it is quite transformational!

Creation: The Mystery

This digital art is created entirely from another version of the accidental photo I took recently, which I saved in a golden colour (believe it or not). I have worked with this and the gizmos on BeFunky and PicMonkey to create what for me is my idea of Creation – and I mention the word “mystery” because, when it boils down to it, none of us really have the faintest idea how our universe came into being. But it’s fun imagining it.

Luckily I completed this yesterday because in the night I woke with excruciating pain in my right hip and I’m pretty much immobilised. I don’t know when I’ll return to the internet as it’s too painful to sit at present. After completing this, I’m going to lie flat on our bed which is the only remotely comfortable position at present.

My apologies also to bloggers whom I follow as I shan’t be processing any posts to “like” or “comment”: I’ll be deleting everything until I am back into reasonable shape.


A Life Well Lived

I was sad to read of the death of the actor, Philip Seymour Hoffman, today at the early age of 41.  His death follows that of BBC reporter and announcer, Komla Dumor, recently again at the early age of 41.

It seems such an early age to quit this mortal life but I always recall a dream I had (and which I mentioned recently on my book blog) which predicted the death of a man in a plane accident. The accident happened as I’d dreamed it and I found out that my connection with a complete stranger was through my friendship with my good friend’s daughter who was a friend of his.

Since then I have often wondered since then whether we have an allotted time here on earth – whether we live the life we’re meant to and then quit this mortal coil at precisely the right time, even though it may seem premature to those of us who remain or who grieve for lost loved ones. I have no idea whether this is correct, by the way, as no-one has the definitive answer of life after death.

What I do believe is that we need to live life as fully as possible, to live every moment we have been gifted with in this life. So often society places a premium on the length of life when surely it’s the quality of life and how it enriches our presence here on earth that is the most important factor. Do we live up to our potential, do we refuse to get bowed down by bureaucracy, bullies or stifling rules and regulations, do we reach for the skies not stare down glumly at grey pavements?

And that’s why I created this picture, with the red for the passion of life and, at centre, a photo of a cross quartz in my crystal collection to signify our need to live in integrity with our soul’s purpose. However, the cross quartz also represents another aspect of living well – that it can involve suffering, hardship and a commitment to walk the road less travelled which may not be the popular road.  Life is truly a mystery that requires courage to be authentic to ourselves.

Below it is the mantra I adhere to, the words of Hunter S. Thompson.

A Life Well Lived
A Life Well Lived

Life should not be a journey

Vision of Light

When I start creating digital art, I just scan through a file I’ve got of images which provide a base for a new creation. Today I used a close-up photo of the patterns in an Astrophyllite stone in my crystal collection which  is brown, white and gold but which I’d coloured to shades of purple.  I played around with PicMonkey gizmos again to add effects than added a texture of another stone in my collection, a Peruvian turquoise with cuprite and chrysocolla. I faded this slightly then used a flare filter to highlight the turquoise.

This stone has a clear marking of a rune stone, known as Ken or Kenaz, which has as its meaning shining light, embracing enlightenment, gaining wisdom or insight, feeling creativity opening up or feeling inspired in a project. I’ve called it “Vision of Light” because it relates to the “aha” moment when he have a burst of creativity and know exactly what we wish to bring into being. There are also water images because we get great emotional satisfaction when our creativity pours forth unimpeded.Vision