Spider Drawing Down Magic

I created this from an image I had of rocks on the Jurassic Coast of the  UK, plus an image super-imposed of a photo I took of a spider when I was living in Woodenbong, on the rim of an ancient volcanic caldera.high up in the Border Ranges of northern New South Wales, Australia.

The spider was weaving its web against the window at night and the flash of my camera caught a very good image of it at work. With the stones colourised behind it, this image reinforces for me the image of Spider as weaving the web of the universe.

Spider & Rose

No, this is not some movie or song or whatever: I was taking photos of the Apothecary’s Rose in the front garden, which is the rose of the title of this post. The rose fascinates me as it’s such an ancient heritage rose from the Turkish region with a huge centre.

So I poked open the petals to have a look at the centre and out shot a pure white spider, absolutely pure white. Don’t know who was most surprised – me or the white spider. Anyway, while said spider was motionless I took a quick snap of him or her. I reckon this little web-spinner is going to be quite lucky for me!

Apothecary's Rose & white spider

Nature’s Harvest (AEDMN#18)

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Today’s post is of a small glass jar I have on my desk with dried grasses which I collected here in North Cyprus. Around the jar is a small chain with pearls which I had left over from jewellery making, and hanging from that chain are two spider pendants representing Spider, my totem.

When I download photos, I always work first to sharpen and adjust the image with PicMonkey. Additionally, today I worked with BeFunky which has recently upgraded its offerings to get the colour around the jar and grasses, and the frame around the whole image. Then I corrected some background marks with the “heal” function in Pixlr.

I think this poem suits my little collection of grasses.

Praise Song
Praise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not
despair. Praise what little there’s left:
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,
shells, the architecture of trees. Praise the meadow
of dried weeds: yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,
the remains of summer. Praise the blue sky
that hasn’t cracked yet. Praise the sun slipping down
behind the beechnuts, praise the quilt of leaves
that covers the grass: Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum,
Sugar Maple. Though darkness gathers, praise our crazy
fallen world; it’s all we have, and it’s never enough.
~ Barbara Crooker ~
(Abalone Moon, Summer 2004)

 

Shaman of the Winds (AEDMN17)

Shaman of the WindsYesterday I had to revamp one of the paintings I created when I was living in Woodenbong in northern New South Wales. We lived in the mountains on the rim of the caldera of an ancient volcano and it was a time in my life when I really was absorbed in Goddess and Earth energy.

The original painting had a barn owl’s wing resting in a piece of wood I found when I took our little Jack Russell, Rosie, for a walk.  I used to let Rosie (now sadly over the Rainbow Bridge after 16.5 years of her lively, loving presence) go where she wanted and often found material for my artwork in our ramblings.

I came across the barn owl lying beside the road when we lived in Pingelly, on the wheatbelt east of Perth, Western Australia (yes, I know, we’ve moved around a lot), and I kept both wings (and yes, again, my husband thought I was stark, staring mad!).

I felt the wing fitted well into the wood when I’d fixed it into the artwork and it’s stayed that way until I noticed yesterday that the wing had fallen to bits. Some insect had got into it and eaten a lot of it away, so I had to remove it and look for a replacement.

In earlier times, I would have ranted and raved about losing the barn owl’s wing, but now I’m a lot older I simply view it as another step forward in the road I’m treading on earth. So I hunted around and found a feather fan I’d created a while back, with local wood, feathers from Australia, and clear quartz stones wrapped around the wood. It fitted perfectly into the wood, in place of the barn owl feather, along with some of the remaining feathers from the barn owl’s wing, and I felt it signified a shift in energy to shamanic work with the winds of the earth.  I am very connected to air, wind, feathers and birds as – in astrological terms – I have nine air signs, so my motto is:  “I think, therefore I am!”

I use the term “shamanic” with some reservation as I certainly don’t see myself as a shaman, nor do I wish to appropriate symbols from First Nations people for whom shamanic work is a life gift (or curse, however you wish to see it) which is not in the Western spiritual tradition. However, working with the energies of this artwork and the other artwork I created in Woodenbong seems best suited to “shamanic” in a very, very broad sense.

Previously I called this artwork “Woman of Power”, and now I’ve named it “Shaman of the Winds”. Other symbols included in the artwork are: a piece of hollow wood to represent ability to act as a hollow bone to bring spirit into being at the earth level; mookaite stone (Australian jasper) to represent Australian energies;  spider – representing creativity and my Totem; red, wooden petals at the base intermingled with small tumbled stones for earth energy; gold glitter for wisdom; centre wood for grounding; and a gold network over the base paint to represent the net of light which connects us all.

All change – toot, toot!

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Creative Flight

Creative Flight

I worked with some new gizmos on Pixlr to create this image, adding in the spider image from a photo I took of a spider at night on the outside of our window when we were living in Woodenbong, in the Border Ranges of northern New South Wales, Australia.  Spiders relate to creativity so this image is intended to remind us of our creative talents and hopefully encourage creative talents.

Time Out

I’ve decided to have a week’s break from blogging and doing pretty much anything at present as the heat has really begun to affect me badly and I’m suffering from heat exhaustion.  We’ve had over a fortnight of 40C (102-104F) with intense humidity and it has been utterly draining.  We are facing the same for the rest of the week, with temperatures slated to start dropping next week (I live in hope!).  As I am feeling  under the weather with the high heat coupled with rampant humidity and it’s caused my fibromyalgia to flare up badly too, I decided I’m just going to rest and wait it out until it feels okay to return to blogging.

We have also decided to put our apartment up for sale as we want to live in a house rather than a complex, and also search out a Cypriot house as they’re more attuned to the climate, so watch this space.  Our friends think it’s very funny as we have moved nine times in the past twenty years (including moving to the UK and back to Australia, and then to North Cyprus) and I guess they’ve been wondering when the next move would happen!

I created this digital art a couple of days ago with a photo I took of a spider when I was living in Woodenbong, high in the Border Ranges in northern New  South Wales.  So l will post it although I have no insights into it whatsoever, my brain feels like mush!

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