I created this image from a photo of the Standing Stones of Callenish. This stone circle really calls to my heart and this image represents the timelessness of universal energy, the messages of truth which call to us at the spiritual level even more strongly these days, with the cracks representing the openings to alternative universes which can fire up and light our dreams.
I’ve been revisiting photos I’ve taken in Australia, the UK and North Cyprus: I just scroll through the photos and wait until one shines a light at me.
This one was taken on our holiday in the UK in 2012, near Rosehearty, North-East Scotland, where our daughter lives. She’s the harbour master and we are very proud of her and her work serving her community.
A short way along the coast road heading west you drive down a hill and then you can turn into a very secluded cove which to me is Magic Cove. It has a pebble beach and a stream flowing into on the left-hand side. The first time we saw it was when we lived in Rosehearty for six months in 2002-3 and I was entranced. You can feel the nature spirits in this magical spot and the first time we visited this sacred site the cliff faces were scattered with bright splashes of deep blue violets and bright yellow primroses.
The beach is covered in small stones rounded by the action of the sea. And if you look closely at the large, upright stone standing along on the right, you can see the face of a being staring out, almost like one of the statues on Easter Island.
I worked on this to re-create the sense of magic, mystery, nature spirits and sacred energies in this small cove which is one of my favourite spots among all the places I’ve visited in my travels.
The image above is taken from a photo sent to me by a good friend of a road in Ireland known as The Dark Hedges. It’s actually a compelling and beautiful avenue of beech trees planted by the Stuart family in the eighteenth century. The trees have grown over towards each other to provide an archway of branches as you drive along the avenue.
It is quite an eerie sight when you look at The Dark Hedges and it’s why I’ve created a quite simple image from Hazel’s photo to reflect the otherworldly feeling you get when you see the road leading into the Dark Hedges. “MagicLand” seemed the most appropriate name, particularly given the significance of the fae folk in Ireland.
I came across this violet x-ray-looking image quite by chance on Pixlr and decided to stick with the simplicity of it, adding the rather web-like frame for it to add to the eeriness of the scene.
Here’s the original:
A while back I was working on a nightmare I had a few years ago which I sorted out using the Tarot. One of the images which has been haunting me ever since is The Magician, the first card in The Tarot after The Fool. The Magician is my card, it comes up so often in Tarot readings or if I’m picking a daily Tarot card for myself, it’s quite amazing. So I decided to create a painting of The Magician to really embrace the energy of this card and allow it full rein in my life.
I drew the image a while back but couldn’t work out how to fill the body until I found myself fiddling around with digital art created from a polished fluorite tower I used to own which I dropped. Fluorite is very brittle so it shattered but, nevertheless, I kept the pieces. This is a photo of the tower, when it was in one piece, and some of the art I created from the image:
Then I realised that Fluorite encourages the unity of the heart (emotion, feeling, psychic opening, love, sensation) with the head (intellect, logic, reason, thinking), and it’s the perfect stone for the body of The Magician – which is bringing the magic of the Universe into the light of day on Earth.
So here’s the painting which emerged over the past few days:
The body is composed of pieces of fluorite. I got my husband to crush the larger pieces so that I could fill the body with pieces of this lovely crystal, certainly didn’t want to waste it because it wasn’t in one piece any more.
The black around represents the void into which The Magician reaches to bring the magic of the universe into life on earth. There are four clear quartz crystal points in each corner to represent east, west, north and south; earth, fire, air and water. The wand the Magician is holding is a kyanite wand with a clear quartz sphere and garnet stones, enhancing psychic energy and understanding, in order to bring it to life at an earthly level and render is useable in material terms; from the hand pointing down to the earth are pouring small hematite tumbled stones representing the transition of universal energy to practical form on earth and at the end of these is a spray of stibnite which scatters star energy on earth.
Here are close-ups of the pics of Rumi’s work which I felt drawn to add at the end:
I love the pics and quotes of Rumi, his words really speak to my heart have great emotional input for me. They remind me I need to be more open about what matters spiritually to me. And they remind me of my love of dance and the fact I have great rhythm (even if I am tone deaf and can’t sing for toffee!).
And finally I walked in this morning to look at the painting and there smirking at me behind the main figure was a shadow figure, plain as daylight and I hadn’t noticed it the day before. However, after sitting with it for a while, I decided I really knew what it represented – to stop holding back my energy, get my physical body moving and exploding into the stratosphere – so added some glitter to transform the energy into positive star stuff.
I’ve been preoccupied since we got back from the UK in October 2012 with the succession of rescue animals who have entered our home – a mother cat, Jezebel, and her two kittens, Sweetie & Tinkerbell, a kitten blind in one eye called Bella, and a small puppy, Zoe, who now resembles a baby elephant, plus another rescue puppy, Ziggy who – hopefully – will turn out to be smaller than a baby elephant!
Over the New Year, as some of friends know, my husband got an attack of Delhi Belly, collapsed and has spent a few days recovering from dehydration and the bug. For my part, on New Year’s Day I slipped on one of Ziggy’s puddles and once again had a close encounter with our marble floor which remains as hard as it was when I first fell.
My husband’s now recovering and my aches and pains are fading. Today we both feel brighter because we’ve consigned our two puppies to the pooch shed in our garden where they are warm, safe and not ripping the house and garden apart until we get up and start yelling at them. We finally – after what I realise is a long, long time – had an unbroken, long night’s sleep. And we’re all the better for it.
And so today, after I’ve been stretched out on the sofa these past few days like a Victorian maiden fading away and reading Julia Cameron’s book, The Right to Write, I felt like I’d had a revelation, like I’d jumped through a burning circle from feeling flat, tired out with the mutts’ shenanigans and care, and a bit uninspired and aimless, and arrived with a whole new perspective of myself as a writer. And I feel energised and raring to go once again.
I only realised in my later years that I had a gift for writing. It’s very clear in my astrological chart but it’s always seemed so natural to me that I took it for granted. I can write at the drop of a hat. As a kid I was always writing stories. I studied languages, French and German, at university and love the English language and – shock, gasp, horror – English grammar. I love to see English well-used and wince at its misuse.
But I’ve sort of psyched myself into focusing only on the book I’ve been writing, and seen blogging as something of a bit adjacent to my one-eyed fixation on book-writing. But suddenly today I realised that I can write about anything, ANYTHING, in my blogs without giving up my dream of writing my autobiography and sharing everything I’ve learned over sixty-five years about knowing yourself, living your own life, plus skills in crystals, astrology, art and Tarot. I see myself now as Renaissance Woman – not limited to one thing only but ranging over travel, nature, people, social justice, peace, the future re-imagined – whatever takes my fancy.
I know the blog fascists tell you to focus on one area of interest to garner support, but it’s never been the name of my game. I like writing what attracts my interest and what I feel I want to write about, regardless of the subject. I have a grasshopper mind, jumping from subject to subject, and I’ve come to realise it’s a good strength, not one to try to force into a straitjacket.
So I hope to blog more regularly, but ONLY when I feel I’ve got something I want to write about, not just for the sake of it. Of course, people tell you to write every day on a blog to guarantee an audience but, frankly, I’d rather be true to myself than try to dance the rigid steps of what you’re supposed to do, not what you love to do.
My blog in 2013 will be the Dance of the Faeries, wherever these spritely beings lead me, hopefully a merry dance into mystery, mayhem and magic. It’s taken me right back to the sub-title of my blog: “Revolutionista on the Road Less Travelled”! This year I’ll definitely be stepping out on many roads less travelled.