I honour her by living spontaneously, as a woman who opens her eyes and truly sees
Is anyone else still feeling the janky-ass energy of the New Moon in Cancer? Lots of emotions, lots of endings, lots of facing up to stuff and finally letting it go. Wanting desperately to hibernate and surrender to the warm reassurance of bear medicine. In amongst the maelstrom, I've been grateful for: The Bee Keeper … Continue reading Savouring as much…
This week, my favourite astrologer Rob Brezny recommended: GEMINI: While reading Virginia Woolf, I found the perfect maxim for you to write on a slip of paper and carry around in your pocket or wallet or underwear: "Let us not take it for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what … Continue reading Tawny eyes
Over the past few weeks, there has been so much to be grateful for in amongst the ass-whupping. Here's a few gems I managed to commit to memory until I could commit them to paper and pixels: The Winter sunshine has been a total tonic these past few days. We've even been graced with ghostly … Continue reading So much to savour
I've been thinking a lot about sovereignty of late. Often in relation to time. Mainly because I do not feel sovereign of my own time. Hence two weeks of no writing here (or anywhere). But really. What would it mean to have a greater sense of queenliness in my everyday life? I choose how I … Continue reading Sovereignty, shadow work and sacred contracts
I really should stop telling this story. I really should stop telling how I was amazed that I was accepted, for starters. This was a master class that usually only accepted published writers. It was run by a bloke who used to run a very prestigious degree program for writers, a bloke who was … Continue reading I really should stop telling this story
This week, I have been grateful for... The heartfelt support I have received since sharing this space with my favourite people. Deep bow. Wildcrafted medicinal mushroom hot chocolate from La Abeja Herbs. It demanded ceremony and felt like the ultimate comfort food. I drink it every day with reverence. (It even forces me to sit … Continue reading Savouring on Sunday
The Woman of Words is a study in oral tradition. Whether the stories are her own or others, she speaks them into existence. She wants them to fit well in your ears. She wants you to keep them with you, to repeat them, to know they are large and important. She is the speaker, the … Continue reading Woman’s work
So, having said all that... I had a good chat with a dear friend who spends a lot of time with my son. She has a lot of experience working with children and talked me through the process for getting a professional assessment. They way she put it, it would be worth ruling out anything more systemic … Continue reading Dog days
Beneath blossoming maple trees Hitler listened to his deputy’s idea over porridge, muesli and apple tea. The two former fellow comrades trusted each other blindly. Hitler felt he was on the same wavelength with “Möring”, in a way that he wasn’t with the Pervitinated generals. For him, the “National Socialist Luftwaffe” was philosophically superior to … Continue reading The moment that made me
For the past week, I've had this silly snatch of a song stuck in my head: We could call him Tiger... But there's no bite in him! Tiger?! PFFFT! Kittens would frighten him! Rover? Why don't you think it over? Rover is the perfect name for this dumb looking dog. Sandy. Sandy's his name If … Continue reading A dog by any other name…
