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.


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!

Love Actually

grounding-loveHere’s another crystal mandala I created yesterday. I did create one late last week but felt it was really heavy – perhaps reflecting the fact we’ve been having a difficult time with unpleasant neighbours.

Anyway, yesterday I added a lovely pashmina which my step-daughter gave me – she bought it in Brick Lane, London, which is a multicultural centre so for me represents the gifts of friendship and love from various cultures which have enriched my life. At the back is a figurine which represents earth love for me. In the centre is my Tibetan singing bowl which represents the power of sound as a healing medium. Beside the figurine are two raw rose quartz rocks which carry the energies of love as a transformative power. Beside the bowl are two pieces of ochre for the creative power of the earth element. Either side of the bowl’s stick are a pair of Lake Superior tube agates, for the flow of earth energy in our bodies, and around the outside of the mandala are plain rocks which I’ve found while fossicking as well as a plain rock with a beautiful inlaid pattern which my daughter in Scotland gifted me.

Ordinary rocks to me are still part of Mother Earth’s wealth as well as reminding us that beauty can be found anywhere when you look with open eyes and forget superficial ideas of beauty. Right at the front is a whale fossilised ear bone, to remind us that we stand on the creations of the past as we create our own artistic offerings in the present and for future generations.

The uniting power is the gift of love which is transformative, supportive and the engine of the universe.

Still Standing


I created this image from a photo I had of standing stones. I’ve had a difficult week with unpleasant comments being directed the way of my husband and myself, but we are still standing and will survive the unpleasantness.

This image represents the power of these ancient stones, the power within the trees surrounding these stones, the energy they imbue in me when I look at them, and the courage to continue doing what I believe is right on behalf of our small community.

Added to that, today one of the apartment owners walked up to me, gave me a hug and told me she loved me. Brought me to tears!

Boab Dreaming

Boab Sacred Stone

When I lived in Victoria, Australia, I happened to meet a lass who showed me two stones she’d found under a Boab tree in the Northern Territory and which she’d brought home with her.

I imagine that these two stones probably had spiritual resonance for Aboriginal groups in the area where the stones were found and I’m dubious about the ethics of removing them. I’ve always felt that the spirits of these stones were calling to back to Country.

So this is a contribution to offering healing energy to those stones, and to provide a rainbow bridge to journey back to Country in their Dreaming energies.

Spirit of Uluru

Spirit of Uluru

I remember when Ayers Rock – the huge monolith in the centre of Australia, was re-named with its Aboriginal name, Uluru, and all hell broke loose among conservative and reactionary commentators.  It was an affront to Western heritage, the sky would fall, the earth would stop rotating, and so on and so on.

Many years later, the recognition of Uluru as a site sacred to Aboriginal people is a matter of fact, and probably young people today have no recollection of the Western name which usurped Aboriginal heritage for far too many years.

Yesterday I came across some lovely photos of Uluru (Ayers Rock), with rare rainfall pouring down its rock faces. It looks incredible: the red rock turns to blues and purples when it rains and waterfalls pour down its crevices and cracks.

So I saved some of the photos and decided to work on one today.

This is the result – quite different to the original photo, but I follow my intuition and stopped quite soon into the digital art creation process as the spirit face above emerged. It’s a strong image which is why I didn’t feel the need to do any more work, except call this piece “Spirit of Uluru”.

Life & Memories (AEDMN#24)

Life & MemoriesA few weeks back the vacant paddock beside our apartment was cleared of all rubbish and quite a few mimosa bushes were pulled out. At the time the paddock was bone dry and yellow. Now, with a bit of rain (not a lot), the grass has grown and the mimosa shoots have re-appeared, an affirmation of life and resilience.

I added over the photo of the new mimosa growth another photo I took of stones under sea water, to link up with the life-saving water which prompted this growth. But when I added the frame, it took me back to my childhood when I’d spend hours wandering around in nature, picking and drying flowers and identifying them. I’ve come full circle here in North Cyprus.