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)

 

Dances with Tree Elders

I created this with Toolwiz and a photo from Pixabay.  It reminds me of the Six of Trees in the Tarot deck, The Shining Tribe, by Rachel Pollack. The trees are very lively and happy, with the meaning: “Confidence, optimism, inspiring others, walking lightly over serious matters.”

 

Healing Childhood Trauma

Today I read about childhood disassociation and escape into daydreaming and fantasy and it was a hell of a shock to realise it’s something I did as a child and which has carried on throughout my life.

I know what sparked it off so today I decided to create a healing image of leaving the dark behind and walking the yellow brick road to a future healed of the trauma of the past. Been very, very emotional!

Song of the Heart

Last week we had our apartment cleaned professionally by the Merit Hotel management due to the high amounts of dust and sand flooding our apartment from the construction site they’ve started right next door to where we live. We were unable to keep up with the dust levels – as fast as we dusted, the sand would blow in and land on all the surfaces in our kitchen, living room, bedroom and my study. In the end we complained and Merit management agreed to the cleaning process.

We had a lovely young Indian lass clean our place – she did a grand job, was very conscientious, but was I mortified when she collected our ornaments from the pelmet in our living room (I’d forgotten all about them!) and they were so covered in thick dust and sand you could hardly see what they were. She cleaned them up carefully and then replaced them in the right order on the shelf.

She told us we reminded her of her grandmother and grandfather in India who she missed enormously. But what went to my heart was her concern for my various scrapes and scratches, telling me to go to the doctor to get them checked. And then when she left, she tenderly stroked my cheeks and wished me well for the future.

She really touched my heart because I’m very independent, my husband’s kids live in the UK so we don’t get to see them very much, and anyway we are all accustomed to living our own lives.  It reminded me of the strength of the traditional family system and the way its members care for each other.

It was also very much a reminder to myself to take better care of me!  As I’m all air signs, astrologically speaking, I tend to be in my head and out there in the universe creating art and ideas, and often my physical body gets a bit overlooked. So since that kind gesture from the young Indian lass, I’m focussing more on loving my own self (instead of worrying about everybody else)

The above image is a result of my reflections on taking care of ourselves and listening to the song of our hearts which are meant for each of us as an individual. I hope you like the image.