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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

Sunday, December 17, 2006

gratitude on Sunday



I spent most of today in my garden ~ trying to get it into some kind of order in time for Christmas day. While I was working, a butterfly landed on my hand and just sat there, wings moving ever so slowly. It made my heart stop, just for a minute. for the simple things in life, I am grateful.

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Blogger Lisa said...

Wonderful. I love imagining you out working in your garden. And a big plus is there is no guilt..coz it's winter here, so I don't have to chastise myself for not being out there too. lol

12:18 am  
Blogger Gemma said...

Wow wow a Butterfly landed on you...such a spiritual sign.There's a book called Inspiration by Wayne Dyer which includes a story about a Butterfly.
xoxo
love your lavendar!

12:38 am  
Blogger paris parfait said...

Beautiful!

1:17 am  
Blogger Sheila said...

It must be lovely to enjoy those things in December.
We don't have snow yet, and I still have pansies flowering in my garden which is unusual for us.

2:18 am  
Blogger Orange Blossom Goddess (aka Heather) said...

How wonderful!!!!

2:44 am  
Blogger Lisa(oceandreamer) said...

ah, it truly is the simple things that can touch and change a moment.
XOXO

4:17 am  
Blogger Britt-Arnhild said...

I also spent part of my day out in the garden, photographing the new fallen snow.

5:12 am  
Blogger Lady Laurie said...

Love your little butterfly fairy. You know since my Mom died I have seen so many butterflies ~ I always think of her when I see one.
Angel Hugs...

6:21 am  
Blogger Ninnie said...

Don't you just love it when something like that happens. For that moment at least everything seems right with the universe.

3:27 pm  

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