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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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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

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

my guardian angel


my maternal Nan - Jean Ingall Franks died about 24 years ago -(she was the one who lost her sight due to diabetes). I was her eldest grand-daughter and we shared a special bond. I know I was her favourite, not that she didn't love the others, she just had a special place in her heart for me & I, for her. I was devastated when she died and I guess a part of me died when she did. I often talk to her, ask her advice & tell her my problems. A priest once told me that just because a loved one had died, that did not stop the love they had for us when they were here on earth. It continued after they had gone & I believe that. You just can't 'see' them. But I tell you, I can feel my dear Nan and I can smell her. Yes, sometimes I can faintly smell her - the floral perfume she wore, the 'nan' smell that she had. Just last night as I was drifting off to sleep, I knew she was there with me - I could feel her gently patting my brow and I could smell her and it comforted me. It was like - all is ok in my world. Even at 48, sometimes we need our Nanas, to hush us and tell us all is ok.

posted by Miss Robyn | 7:05 am

9 Comments:

Blogger Ray said...

Couldn't agree more.....

7:55 am  
Blogger Jeremy said...

We do.

9:42 am  
Blogger A bird in the hand said...

True.

Sometimes I can "feel" my husband near me. Hard to explain. But you understand.

xoxo

11:40 am  
Blogger kansasrose said...

This is true.

11:53 am  
Blogger dogfaeriex5 said...

my mom's mom-we called her baba -slovic for grandma..anyway, i know the feeling or smelling, me, my sister and my 2cousins, notice quite frequently my grandma's scent..it is so lovely and comforting to know she is around us..she was remarkable, just like our mom and my aunt..she could make something out of nothing and the same went for food, she had nothing in the cupboards or fridge but would whip up a feast...i miss her~
she has been gone for almost 20yrs....
xox~k

12:54 am  
Blogger vicci said...

We called my Dad's Mom "Gram"...and my Mom's Mom we called "Nan-Nan"....I wish they were still here on Earth!

2:02 am  
Blogger Carole Burant said...

Their spirits or auras are certainly always around us...I feel my dad around me quite often, especially when I'm troubled and just sensing him beside me soothes me. Quite often I'll go to his grave, sit on the grass and talk to him...some might think that morbid but to me it helps!

6:59 am  
Blogger One Crabapple said...

I know what you mean about all of this.


When I have my gram visit in a dream I am so excited the next day to think she came by....

Never get used to having them gone do we?

7:59 am  
Blogger Rosa said...

I miss my grandma too, my namesake. She was always so grandmotherly. There's a special feeling there, isn't there.

3:16 pm  

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