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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

a side track on the journey

when I was little, I always thought that when I grew up, I would know everything, have the answer to life & know the meaning. If I ever thought of myself reaching 48 - I stood in awe of that thought. 48! oh my, when I get to 48 I will be a wise old woman, I would think to myself. Well, here I am in my 48th year & sometimes I feel like an old woman but geez, I know less than I did back when I was that little girl. It is like, when I reach the end of the path - they move the end and I never know what it is I am searching for. Some can breeze through life, not worrying about it but me? I can send myself insane trying to work out the meaning of life - I sit and ponder about it everyday - sometimes profound thoughts come into my mind and I race off and write them into my journal, other times well,* I wonder if anyone knows the whole truth - I mean, what if there is no meaning to life? what if, what if, what if...........(see, I told you menopausal margaret was rearing her ugly head) oh and it is scary to think that when I die someone might read that journal - the journal of a crazy woman. NOTE TO SELF - BURN IT before I pass over.

posted by Miss Robyn | 9:52 am

4 Comments:

Blogger A bird in the hand said...

You are woman
Let's hear you ROAR

!!!!

11:38 am  
Blogger Cat said...

I've burnt journals before!

Hey you, I am 48 also, at least for 2 more months!! Cheers to wrinkles! Yeah!

12:57 pm  
Blogger Carole Burant said...

I used to often wonder if life had more to offer than what I had...I learned to be content with what I DO have:-) We can only live one day at a time, never knowing what the next day will bring but we must make the best of it. I'm the same age as you and still find something new every day so I don't think we ever get to "know it all":-) Hugs Miss*R xoxo

7:05 am  
Blogger Rosa said...

I think it will be good for your daughter to read your journal after you've passed. It will give an insight to you and her also.

3:15 pm  

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