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.

Lost
 
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)

 

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!

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.

Joy to the World

Another return to the Standing Stones of Callenish, and a photo taken by Dina, whose blog is: The World According to Dina

On this occasion, I worked on a background of hearts and then superimposed a photo of the standing stones. It seemed to me to remind us that, while we so often see stones as solid and impervious, in essence they are the Earth Elders with unlimited abilities. They are able to absorb the energies of joy, happiness and regeneration and release those energies on the ley lines of the Earth to infuse humans with positive vibrations to help cope with the challenges of daily life. The black spaces above and below the central image represent timelessness and the unknowable.

And if you’re wondering where I’m getting these ideas from, it’s as if the dream I had, I Am Memory, has unlocked an intuitive understanding of stone energies which lurked before but which now seem to be unlocked and flowing through me.

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Stairway to Heaven

Yes, I know it’s the most obvious song but it suits this image so well: it’s a pathway on Machu Picchu in Peru, leading to the clouds, the spirits of this magnificent creation and memories of stone energies alive and thriving over the centuries.

 

Time Lords of Callenish

A few posts back I posted an image I created from a photo of the Stones of Callenish on the Orkney Islands in north Scotland by The World According to Dina.

The photos Dina took are awesome and so sensitive to the energies of the stone circle, the best I’ve seen of this amazing creation.

The image above is created from another photo of the Stones of Callenish which Dina took, and this time I was reminded of their power and energy as Time Lords – they look for all the world like beings of stone holding the circle to stabilise energy currents flowing throughout this planet.

Rock Whispers

I created this from a photo my friend took in the Giraween National Park in the far north of New South Wales.

In the original photo, there is a rock with the clear shape of a mouth and from this I had the image of rocks whispering their magic and ancient knowledge to us over the eons, not necessarily in the words we humans see as necessary for communication, but in colours, images and rock art.