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a journey of self discovery. You just never know what we might see. Is that a fairy ring under that rowan tree? Look! - a hedgewitch, I wonder what she is brewing in her cauldron today. Oh, and look at that poor menopausal soul, she needs our love & understanding. We may take a stop at the creativity school or a wander through the garden. And maybe, we will take the time machine back to the past! But wherever we go, we will always take time to stop for tea.

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Location: Katoomba, NSW, Australia

here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

"a friend is someone who knows all about you, and still likes you" my dear DAILY PARCELS

Monday, July 31, 2006

how the wind blows!

I woke early this morning to the roar of the wind. Wind is not at all my favourite element, not at all, it grates on my nerves and agitates me, no end. So I lay there, thinking of the damage it was doing to my garden, tossed and turned then decided to get up. I played with my first ever 'quiltie' and put a load of washing on. Then I had to hang it out - oh fun! trying to wrestle the clothes line to stay still while you hang a sheet out is not my idea of fun. So - I got the washing done, all flapping in the breeze. I had to go grocery shopping and when I came back, I could swear I saw some of my towels flying over-head, well not quite but they were all over my yard - hanging in the madarin tree, like they had grown there, twisted around my rose bushes and some over my fence. Then I had to wrestle with the sheets again - with them wrapping me up like some kind of mummy and me wandering blindly around the backyard like Herman Munster - I really had to have a chuckle at how I must have looked. - oh the joys of the August winds (one day early) - fire is crackling now, dinner is just about ready and I have to play with my collage again. I have made a lovely little heart quiltie and all I need is some of that wonderful printed tape that I am seeing on some blogs - the hunt is on!

in the pink

a collection of *pink is for girls*
{from my home}
a few weeks back, I joined a pink swap with Sandy from 'ART TEA LIFE'.
Are you ~ *tickled pink* ~ *pretty in pink* or *in the pink* ?

Sunday, July 30, 2006

gratitude on Sundays

I have many things to be grateful for each day. But today I there is one thing I am truly, truly grateful for. And that is YOU - my blogging friends - the ones who have been with me from the start, through my ups and my downs and the new ones that I have met in the past weeks. Each of you hold a special place in my heart. thankyou xo
and now I am off to start a new gratitude journal. I fell in love with Colettes' gratitude journal, she sure inpsires me!


does any one else get heart palpitations when the look at all the divine art/collage blogs and want to
Does anyone else think they may be a little obsessive sometimes?
My heart races every time I follow a link and find even more wonderful collage, quilties and 'stuff' - I need 36 hrs a day and I have absolutely no time for sleep!

oh really miss*R !

I know this is going to come as a shock to some of you - who think that my home is a delightful haven, all tidy and ordered. but sorry no. that is a lie. yes, it is. I am as messy as the next one.
I am trying so hard to be creative again, really I am. But I ask you, just how can a girl work in a mess that is this:

This is my creative mess - where I sew. But I just don't sew, I look for a bit of this and a bit of that and as I do, I don't put it back. The old saying - ' a place for everything and everything in its place' does certainly not apply here. Look at it! I simply must get in a do something about it. This room is off my bedroom and looks over my garden. a truly delightful room but every time I look in - I shudder, close the door and put it into the bowels of my mind.
go here to see more (if you dare):
creative mess

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Mother Earth

I am not some kind of 'old hippy' - well, I guess I am but I don't run around burning bras or not bathing and I am not some kind of greenie who tries to fight the japanese whalers by ramming their boat (but I do agree)and I do worry about what we are doing to our planet AND the people on it. And I often wonder if the little bit that we do - well does it help? the recycling, the saving our little bit of water by not showering for as long. 'Specially when industries use water willy nilly.
with all of what is happening in the world today - whether it be war or abusing our gorgeous Mother Earth - I have noticed that quite a few of my friends are passionate about this as well - and so we should be! It reminded me of a song that I listened to last summer - my Sophie, loves the John Butler trio - yes, he has dreadlocks but this guy is a genius! the song that I love is called
'Treat Yo mama' & he is talking about Mother Earth:

And I don't care what fashion the styling of yo hair,
I don't care about the car or the clothes you do wear.
Only one thing that you should not forget ,
You gotta treat yo mama with respect.

and this:

I got a couple of friends up in a tree in Northcliff
You know they're doing their part
you know they're doing their bit.
Trying to save our Mother from all this greed
You know they know what she wants,
you know they know what she needs.
I got a couple of sisters in South Australia,
Stopping the Uranium from coming up,
Oh yeah man you know they know what she needs
They're stopping all of that government corporate greed!

If you ever get a chance to listen to this guy - do! it may not be your cup of tea but his lyrics strike at my heart.

and then there is the Black Eyed Peas - where is the love? the song that sends a shiver up my spine each time I hear it.

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Maybe we should have a creative 'challenge' on our blogs
*treat mother earth with respect*
what do you think?

Friday, July 28, 2006

light bulb moment

oh my lawd, how did I miss this??:
this morning I have been playing Carol Kings' ~ 'Tapestry' & John Lennon - Greatest hits (ahh what can I say about that genius?) ....all the words make sense - instant karma * power to the people * and..oh you get my drift. Singing away for all to hear ~ then it hit me - I have been denying THIS part of my authentic self - the singing self, the letting it all out self. so I have been singing to 'you've got a friend' * you've got to get up every morning and 'give peace a chance' - ahh let that inner gal shine !!! - next? line dancing perhaps!

new day, new life

so here I am. i woke this morning with the song 'cry, cry, cry' by Johnny Cash, in my head.

You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone,
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.
I wasn't sad at all! Quite excited really about changing blogs.
I love that song (& Joaquim Phoenix along with it!) so I did all the stuff that I do in the mornings - you know, make lunches, get washing going - yada yada yada. Then decided to have a shower... so here I am thinking I will pamper myself & shave my legs as they were really beginning to look like Chewbacca from Star Wars and dear readers - no razors. that's right! the teenage daughter had used my last one - so that is when I did feel like crying. I was all pysched up to shave the old pins and no razors. ahh well - such is life of the menopausal woman, I guess.
so here I am with a new name, a new blog but the same life. I have learnt lots this past week, especially about people and about myself. but I can only go forward and up!
so today, I am trying to get on top of the mountain that I call my washing and maybe do a collage. I have one in mind for the beginning of the rest of my life. a good day to start today, as it is 5 years yesterday since I walked out of hospital after completing my radiation.

All I am saying . . .


John Lennon had it so right, don't you think?