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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

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

take a chance

thought provoked by zuzu - running with scissors in our hands! - ooh a no, no when I was young!
when I was a little gal ~ billy cart races down a steep hill, no helmet, no seat belts * Jumping of a rope into the river * standing on the backseat of an of FJ holden, no child restraints * having a merry-go-round ride hanging on to the bars with my head barely of the ground * riding in the back of my grandpa's ute *
and Heaven forbid! hitchhiking when I was 13 - ooh my my mum was soo angry with that one! but my 'friend' said it was better than catching a train. we were just lucky that an old couple picked us up and took us home to our door.
my childhood. How did I survive? but I did & I had fun.
the powers that be have taken all the fun out of childhood. don't do this, don't do that. sad, me thinks.
(ooh another collage is in my head right at this very moment!)

7 Comments:

Blogger Kali said...

This is often on my mind...I know that I can be overly protective of my kidlet. But often remember the fun we kids had all around the neighbourhood. It was an effort for Mum to get us home and cleaned up!
Some of the things ~ I shudder to think about now, but geez I wouldn't change it for the world.
Society has certainly changed, and it's a shame for our children.

Go and get that collage out ~ it will be good!

9:24 am  
Blogger Daisy Lupin said...

I know, I don't think I would like to be a child today, I had such freedom, I know I shudder at the risks we took as kids, but we all survived. As a child I was out in the neighbourhood all day in summer and only came home for meals. I played in streams, built dens that were probably dangerous and hung off the back of a van on roller skates. Last year at a school in our region children were made to wear plastic goggles to play conkers. I think some of it is people are afraid of litagation and being sued for 1,000s. Yes, me too I hitch-hiked all around Britain, but I suppose I felt secure as I was usually with my boyfriend, it was just a cheap way to get from A to B when we were students. I shudder now, when I think of hitching. Love and hugs xx

10:35 am  
Blogger Rosa said...

I know!!! How did we survive? That's why I worry about my teenager! He's just like I was (but better). I can totally relate Robyn! xoxo

12:09 pm  
Blogger Naturegirl said...

There is always a place we can go to bring back sweet childhood memories I think..mine is my secret garden yes I must post soon but I'm still thinking of the prose.I am sure zuzu could write something for me.

6:38 pm  
Blogger Tea said...

Ooooooooh, this would be gorgeous in a quilt!
xo

7:58 pm  
Blogger Carole Burant said...

It IS a shame that society has changed since we were children...now there are so many rules and regulations, today's children will never know the simple pleasures we knew!!

2:51 am  
Blogger zuzu said...

Don't Don't Don't?

Awww ... a girls gotta take a little risk sometimes ::grin::
Okay. Best it be a calculated risk I suppose, but a risk none the less. It's just not living otherwise!

And I admit ... The scissors have little black handles and are blunt on the end. I think I got them in pre-school.

Missy Robyn, I wanta see that collage! Get messy! Take a chance ::giggle::

=^..^= zU

5:02 pm  

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