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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, September 19, 2006

mixed media memoirs


this weeks topic at mixed media memoirs MMM ~ the lies I tell myself.
Hmmmm.... that is a hard one for me ~ cause honestly I don't know if I tell myself lies ~ the chatter in my head is telling me it how it is, I think. Or sometimes the voices are me, trying to work stuff out, but I don't know if there are any actual lies that I tell myself.
Maybe I am telling myself a lie when I tell myself there is a meaning to this thing we call life
OR maybe I am telling a lie when I constantly tell myself there is a reason for everything that happens in life.
my journal is full of the words - what if this is all a lie? and it is just my imagination.
ooh - but I forgot - when I was litte, I was always told not to tell lies 'cause you get pimples on your tongue.
So the lies I tell myself are more like voices of self doubt.
(and once again, this post is written as I think - confusing, yes?)

6 Comments:

Blogger Shell said...

No, you know when you are telling a lie - you can feel it. Self doubt is something altogether different I think.

8:27 am  
Blogger Laurie said...

I don't think I tell myself lies, but maybe I try to convince myself that something is what I want it to be ~ does that make sense? Well, I mean, right now I have been telling myself that I'm ok (although sad) since my Mom died. I wouldn't call that a lie, but I guess I don't believe myself either.

9:40 am  
Blogger Rosa said...

Ha, I was told the same thing! To this day, if I get a bump on my tongue, I say, I must have told a fib!! hehe Love your pic!!

10:02 am  
Blogger A bird in the hand said...

I think you "know" when something is a lie. By the same token, if we doubt too much, we can't hear the truth. I used to doubt my own inner wisdom because I thought I was telling myself what I wanted to hear. It took a long time, but I started by trusting myself, and now I know what is true and what is wishful thinking. I can just sense it. XOXO

11:35 am  
Blogger Lisa said...

I love your MMM collage. It's beautiful and says alot. I did mine and photograped it but it just felt unfinished so I'm going to sit on it for a day or so. I need to learn to be more process oriented and not so quick to just produce something.

I hope you're right Robyn. I hope there IS a meaning to all of this and we're not just some fluke. I hope that there is a life after the physical where we recognize those who walked the path with us.

12:54 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think we all doubt sometimes. But I don't think that is telling yourself a lie. Maybe you are just really curious. And so you question everthing. I love the voices in my head most of the time. They can whisper some pretty neat things to us.

3:14 am  

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